"Ah! 'Tisn't that sort o' fightin', neither," said Job, with a half-sigh. "Fightin' for their own way—different sort o' thing that from fightin' in the Master's Service. But I'll tell ye all about it some time."
[CHAPTER X.]
SUNDAY IN THE GARRET.
"SUNDAY mornin' to-day," said Job Kippis, as they sat down to breakfast, after Ailie's second night in her new home.
"Shops all shut, ain't they?" said Ailie, that being her chief association with the Day of Rest. "I don't like Sunday, gran'father."
"Don't ye, deary?"
"No, 'cause lots o' men don't go to work, an' fight an' frighten me."
"And ye've never been to Church, likely?"
Ailie made a gesture of dissent.