"Well, Donald," said the General at table to his faithful servant, "how do you think Drumtochty will suit you?"
"Any place where you and Miss Kate will be living iss a good place for me, and there are six or maybe four men I hef been meeting that hef the language, but not good Gaelic—just poor Perthshire talk," for Donald was a West Highlander, and prided himself on his better speech.
"And what about a kirk, Donald? Aren't you Free like Janet?"
"Oh, yes, I am Free; but it iss not to that kirk I will be going most here, and I am telling Janet that she will be caring more about a man that hass a pleasant way with him than about the truth."
"What's wrong with things, Donald, since we lay in Edinburgh twenty years ago, and you used to give me bits of the Free Kirk sermons?"
"It iss all wrong that they hef been going these last years, for they stand to sing and they sit to pray, and they will be using human himes. And it iss great pieces of the Bible they hef cut out, and I am told that they are not done yet, but are going from bad to worse," and Donald invited questioning.
"What more are they after, man?"
"It will be myself that has found it out, and it iss only what might be expected, but I am not saying that you will be believing me."
"Out with it, Donald; let's hear what kind of people we 've come amongst."
"They 've been just fairly left to themselves, and the godless bodies hef taken to watering the whisky."