"That will I, sir," responded Annie earnestly.
"And ye'll find a new five-pound note between the leaves. Take it, for my sake."
Money! Ah, well! Love can turn gold into grace.
"Yes, sir," answered Annie, feeling this was no time for objecting to anything.
"And good-bye, Annie. I can't speak more."
He drew her to him again, and kissed her for the last time. Then he turned his face to the wall, and Annie went home weeping, with the great Bible in her arms.
In the inadvertence of grief, she ran into the shop.
"What hae ye gotten there, lassie?" said Bruce, as sharply as if she might have stolen it.
"Mr Cowie gave me his Bible, 'cause he's dein' himsel', and doesna want it ony langer," answered Annie.
"Lat's luik at it."