"Mary," he said, after having assured her there was no cause of fear, and placing her between his knees, "wha should we trust?"
"God!" replied Mary.
"Why?" asked the Sergeant.
"Because his name is Love, and He is our Faither."
"Richt, Mary; and we ought a' to love our Faither, for He loves us, and to love our neebour as ourselves. Gang awa' ben to your mither noo. Ye hae done weel."
When the door of the bedroom was shut, Jock Hall said, "That's Luckie Craigie's lassie? Fine woman, Luckie! Kindly bodie! A gude hoose is hers to sen' a puir orphan to. Ha! ha! ha! Keep us a'!--it's a warld this, far ower guid for me! But Luckie is like the lave, and Smellie, to do him justice, as he has mony a time done tae me, is no waur than Luckie:
'When hungry gledds are screichin',
An' huntin' for their meat,
If they grip a bonnie birdie,
What needs the birdie greet?'