CHAPTER VIII.
THE GATE.
The next day, after breakfast, Donal said to his host-- "Noo I maun pey ye for my shune, for gien I dinna pey at ance, I canna tell hoo muckle to ca' my ain, an' what I hae to gang by till I get mair." "Na, na," returned the cobbler.

"There's jist ae preejudice I hae left concernin' the Sawbath-day; I firmly believe it a preejudice, for siller 's the Lord's tu, but I canna win ower 't: I canna bring mysel' to tak siller for ony wark dune upo' 't! Sae ye maun jist be content to lat that flee stick to the Lord's wa'.

Ye'll du as muckle for me some day!" "There's naething left me but to thank ye," said Donal.

"There's the ludgin' an' the boord, though!--I maun ken aboot them 'afore we gang farther." "They're nane o' my business," replied Andrew.

"I lea' a' that to the gudewife, an' I coonsel ye to du the same.