"I think it must have been the angels," said Jiminy, before Jaikie had time to tell him how it all happened. "My father he thinks so too."
The latter statement was, of course, wholly unauthorised.
Jaikie sat up and put his foot to the floor. All the pain had gone away out of it. He told Jiminy, who had an explanation for everything. He knew how the foot had got better and how the flowers were watered.
"'Course it must have been the angels, little baby angels that can't fly yet—only crawl. I did hear them scuffling about the floor last night."
And this, of course, explained everything.
BOOK FIFTH
TALES OF THE KIRK
I
THE MINISTER-EMERITUS
Ho, let the viol's pleasing swifter grow—
Let Music's madness fascinate the will,
And all Youth's pulses with the ardour thrill!
Hast thou, Old Time, e'er seen so brave a show?