"He's a terrible big man," said Tommy.
This seemed to please the little gentleman less. "Big!" he exclaimed, irritably; "why should he be big?"
"He is big," Elspeth almost screamed, for the minister was her last hope.
"Nonsense!" said the little gentleman. "He is--well, I am the minister."
"You!" roared Tommy, wrathfully.
"Oh, oh, oh!" sobbed Elspeth.
For a moment the Rev. Mr. Dishart looked as if he would like to knock two little heads together, but he walked away without doing it.
"Never mind," whispered Tommy hoarsely to Elspeth. "Never mind, Elspeth, you have me yet."
This consolation seldom failed to gladden her, but her disappointment was so sharp to-day that she would not even look up.
"Come away to the cemetery, it's grand," he said; but still she would not be comforted.