"Naething--till my kist comes; an" that, I doobt, winna be afore Monday, or maybe the day efter."
"An" ye winna be able to gang to the kirk!"
"I"m no partic"lar aboot gaein" to the kirk; but gien I want.i.t to gang, or gien I thoucht I was b"un" to gang, think ye I wad bide at hame "cause I hadna shune to gang in! Wad I fancy the Lord affront.i.t wi"
the bare feet he made himsel"!"
The cobbler caught up the worst shoe and began upon it at once.
"Ye s" hae"t, sir," he said, "gien I sit a" nicht at it! The ane "ll du till Monday. Ye s" hae"t afore kirk-time, but ye maun come intil the hoose to get it, for the fowk wud be scunnert to see me workin"
upo" the Sabbath-day. They dinna un"erstan" "at the Maister works Sunday an" Setterday--an" his Father as weel!"
"Ye dinna think, than, there"s onything wrang in men"in" a pair o"
shune on the Sabbath-day?"
"Wrang!--in obeyin" my Maister, whase is the day, as weel"s a" the days? They wad fain tak it frae the Son o" Man, wha"s the lord o" "t, but they canna!"
He looked up over the old shoe with eyes that flashed.
"But then--excuse me," said Donal, "--why shouldna ye haud yer face til "t, an" work openly, i" the name o" G.o.d?"
"We"re telt naither to du oor gude warks afore men to be seen o" them, nor yet to cast oor pearls afore swine. I c.o.o.nt cobblin" your shoes, sir, a far better wark nor gaein" to the kirk, an" I wadna hae"t seen o" men. Gien I war warkin" for poverty, it wad be anither thing."
This last Donal did not understand, but learned afterwards what the cobbler meant: the day being for rest, the next duty to helping another was to rest himself. To work for fear of starving would be to distrust the Father, and act as if man lived by bread alone.
"Whan I think o" "t," he resumed after a pause, "bein" Sunday, I"ll tak them hame to ye. Whaur wull ye be?"
"That"s what I wad fain hae ye tell me," answered Donal. "I had thoucht to put up at the Morven Airms, but there"s something I dinna like aboot the lan"lord. Ken ye ony dacent, clean place, whaur they wad gie me a room to mysel", an" no seek mair nor I could pey them?"
"We hae a bit roomie oorsel"s," said the cobbler, "at the service o"
ony dacent wayfarin" man that can stan" the smell, an" put up wi" oor w"ys. For peyment, ye can pey what ye think it"s worth. We"re never varra partic"lar."
"I tak yer offer wi" thankfu"ness," answered Donal.
"Weel, gang ye in at that door jist "afore ye, an" ye"ll see the guidwife--there"s nane ither til see. I wad gang wi" ye mysel", but I canna, wi" this shue o" yours to turn intil a Sunday ane!"
Donal went to the door indicated. It stood wide open; for while the cobbler sat outside at his work, his wife would never shut the door. He knocked, but there came no answer.
"She"s some dull o" hearin"," said the cobbler, and called her by his own name for her.
"Doory! Doory!" he said.
"She canna be that deif gien she hears ye!" said Donal; for he spoke hardly louder than usual.
"Whan G.o.d gies you a wife, may she be ane to hear yer lichtest word!"
answered the cobbler.
Sure enough, he had scarcely finished the sentence, when Doory appeared at the door.
"Did ye cry, guidman?" she said.
"Na, Doory: I canna say I cried; but I spak, an" ye, as is yer custom, hearkent til my word!--Here"s a believin" lad--I"m thinkin" he maun be a gentleman, but I"m no sure; it"s hard for a cobbler to ken a gentleman "at comes til him wantin" shune; but he may be a gentleman for a" that, an" there"s nae hurry to ken. He"s welcome to me, gien he be welcome to you. Can ye gie him a nicht"s lodgin"?"
"Weel that! an" wi" a" my hert!" said Doory. "He"s welcome to what we hae."
Turning, she led the way into the house.
CHAPTER VI.
DOORY.
She was a very small, spare woman, in a blue print with little white spots--straight, not bowed like her husband. Otherwise she seemed at first exactly like him. But ere the evening was over, Donal saw there was no featural resemblance between the two faces, and was puzzled to understand how the two expressions came to be so like: as they sat it seemed in the silence as if they were the same person thinking in two shapes and two places.
Following the old woman, Donal ascended a steep and narrow stair, which soon brought him to a landing where was light, coming mainly through green leaves, for the window in the little pa.s.sage was filled with plants. His guide led him into what seemed to him an enchanting room--homely enough it was, but luxurious compared to what he had been accustomed to. He saw white walls and a brown-hued but clean-swept wooden floor, on which shone a keen-eyed little fire from a low grate.
Two easy chairs, covered with some party-coloured striped stuff, stood one on each side of the fire. A kettle was singing on the hob. The white deal-table was set for tea--with a fat brown teapot, and cups of a gorgeous pattern in bronze, that shone in the firelight like red gold. In one of the walls was a box-bed.
"I"ll lat ye see what accommodation we hae at yer service, sir," said Doory, "an" gien that"ll shuit ye, ye s" be welcome."
So saying, she opened what looked like the door of a cupboard at the side of the fireplace. It disclosed a neat little parlour, with a sweet air in it. The floor was sanded, and so much the cleaner than if it had been carpeted. A small mahogany table, black with age, stood in the middle. On a side-table covered with a cloth of faded green, lay a large family bible; behind it were a few books and a tea-caddy. In the side of the wall opposite the window, was again a box-bed. To the eyes of the shepherd-born lad, it looked the most desirable shelter he had ever seen. He turned to his hostess and said,
"I"m feart it"s ower guid for me. What could ye lat me hae"t for by the week? I wad fain bide wi" ye, but whaur an" whan I may get wark I canna tell; sae I maunna tak it ony gait for mair nor a week."
"Mak yersel" at ease till the morn be by," said the old woman. "Ye canna du naething till that be ower. Upo" the Mononday mornin" we s"
haud a c.o.o.ncil thegither--you an" me an" my man: I can du naething wantin" my man; we aye pu" thegither or no at a"."
Well content, and with hearty thanks, Donal committed his present fate into the hands of the humble pair, his heaven-sent helpers; and after much washing and brushing, all that was possible to him in the way of dressing, reappeared in the kitchen. Their tea was ready, and the cobbler seated in the window with a book in his hand, leaving for Donal his easy chair.
"I canna tak yer ain cheir frae ye," said Donal.
"Hoots!" returned the cobbler, "what"s onything oors for but to gie the neeper "at stan"s i" need o" "t."
"But ye hae had a sair day"s wark!"
"An" you a sair day"s traivel!"
"But I"m yoong!"
"An" I"m auld, an" my labour the nearer ower."
"But I"m strong!"
"There"s nane the less need ye sud be hauden sae. Sit ye doon, an"
wastena yer backbane. My business is to luik to the bodies o" men, an"
specially to their puir feet "at has to bide the weicht, an" get sair pressed therein. Life "s as hard upo" the feet o" a man as upo" ony pairt o" "m! Whan they gang wrang, there isna muckle to be dune till they be set richt again. I"m sair honourt, I say to mysel" whiles, to be set ower the feet o" men. It"s a fine ministration!--full better than bein" a door-keeper i" the hoose o" the Lord! For the feet "at gang oot an" in at it "s mair nor the door!"
"The Lord be praist!" said Donal to himself; "there"s mair i" the warl"