He has nae notion even o' the wark I put intil thae wee bit
sheenie (_little shoes_) o' his--that I'm this moment labourin ower!"
"It's sair wastit upo' him 'at caana see the thoucht intil't!"
"Is God's wark wastit upo' you and me excep' we see intil't, and
un'erstan't, Maggie?"
The girl was silent. Her father resumed.
"There's three concernt i' the matter o' the wark I may be at: first, my
ain duty to the wark--that's me; syne him I'm working for--that's the
minister; and syne him 'at sets me to the wark--ye ken wha that is: whilk
o' the three wad ye hae me lea' oot o' the consideration?"
For another moment the girl continued silent; then she said--
"Ye maun be i' the richt, father! I believe 't, though I canna jist _see_
't. A body canna like a'body, and the minister's jist the ae man I canna
bide."
"Ay could ye, gi'en ye lo'ed the _ane_ as he oucht to be lo'ed, and as ye
maun learn to lo'e him."
"Weel I'm no come to that wi' the minister yet!"
"It's a trowth--but a sair pity, my dautie _(daughter--darling)_.
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