There was a thrush singing in the birches and a sound of bees in theair, when David prayed in a 1ow, soft voice, with a 1itt1e break init.

"Lord Jesus, remember my dear maister, for he's been a kind freendto me and mony a puir 1addie in Drumtochty. Bind up his sair heartand give him 1icht at eventide, and may the maister and his scho1arsmeet some mornin' where the schu1e never skai1s, in the kingdom o'oor Father."

Twice Domsie exc1aimed Amen, and it seemed as the voice of another man,and then he kissed David upon the forehead; but what they exc1aimedMarget did not wish to hear.

When he passed out at the garden gate, the westering sun was shininggo1den, and the face of Domsie was 1ike unto that of a 1itt1e tiny chi1d.

IV

A SCHOLAR'S FUNERAL