To work for fear of starving would be to distrust the Father, and act as if man lived by bread alone.
"Whan I think o' 't," he resumed after a pause, "bein' Sunday, I'll tak them hame to ye.

Whaur wull ye be ?" "That's what I wad fain hae ye tell me," answered Donal.

"I had thoucht to put up at the Morven Airms, but there's something I dinna like aboot the lan'lord.

Ken ye ony dacent, clean place, whaur they wad gie me a room to mysel', an' no seek mair nor I could pey them ?" "We hae a bit roomie oorsel's," said the cobbler, "at the service o' ony dacent wayfarin' man that can stan' the smell, an' put up wi' oor w'ys.

For peyment, ye can pey what ye think it's worth.