"
"I gang to the perris kirk, ye ken," said Miss Horn, supposing the
good man unaware of the fact.
"Oh! I know that, ma'am. But don't you think, as we shall, I
trust, sit down together to his heavenly supper it would be a good
preparation to sit down together, once at least, to his earthly
supper first?"
"I didna ken 'at ye wad hae ony but yer ain fowk! I hae aften thoucht
mysel', it was jist the ae thing ony Christian sud be ready to du
wi' ony ither. Is 't a new thing wi' ye to haud open hoose this
gait, sir,--gien I may tak the leeberty to speir?"
"We don't exactly keep open house. We wouldn't like to have any
one with us who would count it poor fare. But still less would we
like to exclude one of the Lord's friends. If that is a new thing,
it ought to be an old one.--You believe in Jesus Christ--don't
you, ma'am?"
"I dinna ken whether I believe in him as ye wad ca' believin' or
no--there's sic a heap o' things broucht to the fore nooadays
'at I canna richtly say I un'erstan'. But as he dee'd for me, I
wad dee for him. Raither nor say I didna ken him, I wad hing aside
him. Peter an' a', I canna say less."
Mr Bigg's eyes began to smart, and he turned away his head.
"Gien that 'll du wi' ye," Miss Horn went on, "an' ye mean nae
desertion o' the kirk o' my father an' his fathers afore him, I
wad willin'ly partak wi' ye."
"You'll be welcome, Miss Horn--as welcome, as any of my own
flock."
"Weel, noo, that I ca' Christian," said Miss Horn, rising.
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