The minister walked in at the open door of the kitchen, and met the eyes of the soutar expectant.
“Ye’re welcome, sir!” said MacLear, and returned his eyes to what he had for a moment interrupted.
“I want you to make me a nice pair of boots, if you please,” said the parson, as cheerily as he could. “I am rather particular about the fit, I fear!”
“And what for no, sir?” answered the soutar. “I’ll do what I can onygait, I promise ye—but wi’ mair readiness nor confidence as to the fit; for I canna profess assurance o’ fittin’ the first time, no haein the necessar instinc’ frae the mak’ o’ the man to the shape o’ the fut, sir.”
“Of course I should like to have them both neat and comfortable,” said the parson.
“In coorse ye wad, sir, and sae would I! For I confess I wad fain hae my customers tak note o’ my success in followin the paittern set afore me i’ the first oreeginal fut!”
“But you will allow, I suppose, that a foot is seldom as perfect now as when the divine idea of the member was first embodied by its maker?” rejoined the minister.
“Ow, ay; there’s been mony an interferin circumstance; but whan His kingdom’s come, things ’ll tak a turn for the redemption o’ the feet as weel as the lave o’ the body—as the apostle Paul says i’ the twenty-third verse o’ the aucht chapter o’ his epistle to the Romans;—only I’m weel aveesed, sir, ’at there’s no sic a thing as adoption mintit at i’ the original Greek. That can hae no pairt i’ what fowk ca’s the plan o’ salvation—as gien the consumin fire o’ the Love eternal was to be ca’d a plan! Hech, minister, it scunners me! But for the fut, it’s aye perfec’ eneuch to be my pattern, for it’s the only ane I hae to follow! It’s Himsel sets the shape o’ the shune this or that man maun weir!”
“That’s very true—and the same applies to everything a man cannot help. A man has both the make of his mind and of his circumstances to do the best he can with, and sometimes they don’t seem to fit each other—so well as, I hope, your boots will fit my feet.”
“Ye’re richt there, sir—only that no man’s bun’ to follow his inclinations or his circumstances, ony mair than he’s bun’ to alter his fut to the shape o’ a ready-made beet!—But hoo wull ye hae them made, sir?—I mean what sort o’ butes wad ye hae me mak?”