There was a silence.
"See thee here, missis!" he exploded, jumping up from the pail. "Ye must come to th' Bethesda down yon, on Sunday morning, and hear the word o' God. It'll be the making on ye."
Mrs Clowes shook her head.
"Nay!"
"And bring yer children," he persisted.
"If it was you as was going to preach like!" she said, looking away.
"It is me as is going to preach," he answered loudly and proudly. "And I'll preach agen any man in this town for a dollar!"
Jock was forgetting himself: an accident which often happened to him.