"'A'll come afore ye gang tae sleep, Wullie, but ye 'ill no get yir kiss unless ye can feenish the psalm.' "And ... in God's house ... for evermore my ... hoo dis it rin? a canna mind the next word ... my, my-- "It's ower dark noo tae read it, an' mither 'ill sune be comin." Drumsheugh, in an agony, whispered into his ear, "'My dwelling-place,' Weelum." "That's it, that's it a' noo; wha said it? "And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be. "A'm ready noo, an' a'll get ma kiss when mither comes; a' wish she wud come, for a'm tired an' wantin' tae sleep. "Yon's her step ... an' she's carryin' a licht in her hand; a' see it through the door. "Mither! a' kent ye wudna forget yir laddie for ye promised tae come, and a've feenished ma psalm. "And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be. "Gie me the kiss, mither, for a've been waitin' for ye, an' a'll sune be asleep." The grey morning light fell on Drumsheugh, still holding his friend's cold hand, and staring at a hearth where the fire had died down into white ashes; but the peace on the doctor's face was of one who rested from his labours. End of Project Gutenberg's A Doctor of the Old School, Part 4, by Ian Maclaren