"Aye, aye," said Gowrie, "I'm a Lear--wha hes cherished a serpent to sting me. But for the gude siller--aye," he chuckled and rubbed his hands, I hae the siller, and can gang my ways content until yon day when I occupy the hoose built wi'oot hands. A Provideence hes watched o'er me I doot not, for I'm nae ane o' they sceptics wha' disnae believe in ony thing. Weel, weel,' he rose, and walked into the hoose, "a wee drappy toddy and then to bed. Jonah's Luck, aye, it's Jonah's Fortune I'm theenking, and I gie it a' tae Jonah."