“Maybe it is. But it disna look weel,” insisted the elder.
“Look! Look is nothing,” returned the minister, “but a mere matter of taste.”
“The elder’s richt,” broke in the beadle, who had been standing aside listening to all the argument. “Look has a hantle to do wi’t. An’ if ye’ll aloo me, sir, I’ll convince ye o’ that by a very simple illustration. See ye here noo, sir. When ye pronounced the benediction twa or three minutes since, it lookit grand an’ consistent-like when ye did it
This way!
But what gin ye had dune it
That way?”
The minister stood convinced, and never proposed tandem again as long as he lived.