Dawtie needed no persuading. She was so rich in the possession of Andrew that she could go a hundred years without seeing him, she said. It was only that he would come and see her, instead of her going to see him!
In ten days they were married at her father's cottage. Her father and mother then accompanied her and Andrew to the Knowe, to dine with Andrew's father and mother. In the evening the new pair went out for a walk in the old fields.
“It seems, Dawtie, as if God was here!” said Andrew.
“I would fain see him, Andrew! I would rather you went out than God!”
“Suppose he was nowhere, Dawtie?”
“If God werena in you, ye wadna be what ye are to yer ignorant Dawtie, Andrew! She needs her Father in h'aven sairer nor her Andrew! But I'm sayin' things sae true 'at it's jist silly to say them! Eh, it's like h'aven itsel' to be oot o' that prison, an' walkin' aboot wi' you! God has gien me a' thing!—jist a' thing, Andrew!”
“God was wi' ye i' the prison, Dawtie!”
“Ay! But I like better to be wi' Him here!”
“An' ye may be sure He likes better to ha'e ye here!” rejoined Andrew.