"Do you think your father would have time," he asked humbly, "to measure me
for a pair of light boots?"
Mr. Blatherwick was very particular about his foot-gear, and had hitherto
always fitted himself at Deemouth; but he had at length learned that
nothing he could there buy approached in quality, either of material or
workmanship, what the soutar supplied to his poorest customer: he would
mend anything worth mending, but would never _make_ anything inferior.
"Ye'll get what ye want at such and such place," he would answer, "and I
doobtna it'll be as guid as can be made at the siller; but for my ain
pairt, ye maun excuse me!"
"'Deed, sir, he'll be baith glad and prood to mak ye as guid a pair o'
beets as he can compass," answered Maggie. "Jist step in here, sir, and lat
him ken what ye want. My bairn's greitin, and I maun gang til 'im; it's
seldom he cries oot!"
The minister walked in at the open door of the kitchen, and met the eyes of
the soutar expectant.
"Ye're welcome, sir!" said MacLear, and returned his eyes to what he had
for a moment interrupted.
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