It's ower
muckle to expec' o' her or ony mortal woman. For the sowl's a temple
biggit for the Holy Ghost, and no woman can fill't, war she the Virgin
Mary ower again. And till the Holy Ghost comes intil's ain hoose, the
ghaist that ye speak o' winna gang oot."
A huge form towered above the dyke behind them.
"Ye had no richt to hearken, Thomas Crann," said Mr Cupples.
"I beg your pardon," returned Thomas; "I never thoucht o' that. The
soun' was sae bonnie, I jist stud and hearkened. I beg your
pardon.???-But that's no the richt thing for the Sawbath day."
"But ye're haein' a walk yersel', it seems, Thomas."
"Ay; but I'm gaun ower the hills to my school. An' I maunna bide to
claver wi' ye, for I hae a guid twa hoors' traivel afore me."
"Come hame wi' us, and hae a mou'fu' o' denner afore ye gang, Thomas,"
said Alec.
"Na, I thank ye. It does the sowl gude to fast a wee ae day in saiven.
I had a piece, though, afore I cam' awa'. What am I braggin' o'! Gude
day to ye."
"That's an honest man, Alec," said Cupples.
"He is," returned Alec. "But he never will do as other people do."
"Perhaps that's the source of his honesty???-that he walks by an inward
light," said Cupples thoughtfully.
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