"Mother," he cried, "pit up Miss Anderson's claes in her box to gang wi' the carrier the morn's mornin'."
"I'll tak them wi' me," said Dow resolutely.
"Ye canna. Ye haena a cairt."
"Ye get them pitten up, and I'll fess a barrow," said James, leaving the shop.
He borrowed a wheelbarrow from Thomas Crann, and found the box ready for him when he returned. The moment he lifted it, he was certain from the weight of the poor little property that the Bible was not there.
"Ye haena pitten in Mr Cooie's Bible."
"Mother! did ye pit in the Bible?" cried Bruce, for the house-door was open.
"'Deed no, father. It's better whaur't is," said Mrs Bruce from the kitchen, with shrill response.
"Ye see, Mr Doo, the Bible's lain sae lang there, that it's jist oor ain. And the lassie canna want it till she has a faimily to hae worship wi'. And syne she s' be welcome to tak' it."
"Ye gang up the stair for the buik, or I'll gang mysel'."