Mrs. McNab was still pursuing her breakfast, and Adele sat down, with
what patience she could command, to wait for the close.
"You'll be wanting some ain to watch to-night, Miss Ady", said Aunt
Patty.
"Yes, Mr. Norton will do that. He has offered many times to watch. He
will be very kind and attentive to the invalid, I know".
"I s'pose he'll do as weel as he knows hoo, but I havena much faith in
a mon that sings profane sangs and ca's 'em relegious heems, to a
people that need the bread o' life broken to 'em".
"Have you heard him sing, Aunt Patty? I did not know you had attended
his meetings at the grove".
"I havena, surely. But when the windows were up, I heard him singin'
them jigs and reels, and I expectin' every minut to see the men,
women, and bairns a dancin'".
"They sit perfectly still, while he is singing", said Adele, "and
listen as intently as if they heard an angel. His voice is sometimes
like a flute, sometimes like a trumpet. Did you hear the words he
sang?"
"The wards! yes! them's the warst of a!" said Mrs. McNab, expanding
her nostrils with a snort of contempt. "They bear na resemblance
whatever to the Psalms o' David. I should as soon think o' singing
the' sangs o' Robby Burns at a relegious service as them blasphemous
things".
"Oh! Aunt Patty, you are wrong. He sings beautiful hymns, and he tells
these people just what they need. I hope they will listen to him and
reform".
"Weel he's a very light way o' carryin himself, for a minister o' the
gospel, I must say".
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