The Scotch Twins

st, and after breakfast Jean ran "ben the room," and brought the Bible to her father. Then she and Jock sat with folded hands while he read a lo

uch alarming, crackling sounds that Jean couldn't help peeking through her fingers just once, because it was their only kettle, and if it should go and burst itself during family prayers, whatever should they do! The moment the Shepherd said "Amen," Jean spran

you can say your catechism. Do yo

ered Jock. "You let m

firmly. "I'll spie

an't answer," said J

ole row of soldiers and fired o

to-glorify-God-and-enjoy-

ht, but that is the first one in the book and ever

ke them just the way they com

ter. "What is predest

r, but Jock tac

lso did predestinate to-to

t?" ask

ock hazarded, wallo

"You don't know that one at

scowled, and looked up at the ham hanging from the rafters, and out of the windows, but as n

then she made him take the book and sit down on the stool by t

than of staying away from the Kirk, and so by eight o'clock they were all dressed in their best clothes and ready to start. They left True Tammas sitting on the doorst

about with straw and bits of wool in their bills to weave into their nests, and singing as if they would split their little throats. The river splashed and gurgled and sang as it dashed over its rocky bed on its way to the sea. From the village came the distant music of the church

spread, and glaring at the Twins so fiercely that Jock whispered to Jean, "If I poked my finger at him I believe he'd gobble," and made her almost laugh aloud. When they passed Mr. Craigie, who held the plate for people to dro

at last, although Jock was sure it was never going to, and afterward the children with their f

ermost in their minds. Mrs. Crumpet had gone on ahead with another neighbor, and Sandy Crumpet, who was twelve too, and had yellow hair, a snub nose, and freckles like Jock's own, walked with the Twi

en you notice, too?"

e made of it. It means little to him telling a man to leave his h

religious man," s

its ye shall know them,' and we're not gathering any figs off of Mr.

d Robin Campbell. "The Auld Laird's

that," ans

er the harrow cannot be expected to praise

till the land, but that it may go to waste, and be kept out of use. We suffer that the rich may be richer

ghed the Shepherd, "but it is th

beside the river. The children were silent, too, only calling out "Good-bye" to Sandy as they parted, J

ell it Jean had run into the house, taken off her Sabbath dress, and put on her old one, with her kitchen apron over it, had mended the fire

ile their father sat with his bonnet on his head nodding over the Bible, and the wag-at-the-wall clock ticked the hours solemnly away. Jock whispered to