"Ye hae the Word weel stored in yir mind, lassie, and ye maun keep it in yir life, and dinna forget that Christ's a gude Maister." "A'll dae ma best," and Jessie declared that Burnbrae had been as kind as if she had been "his ain bairn," and that she "wasna feared ava." But her trial is not over; the worst is to come. Lachlan began where Burnbrae ended, and very soon had Jessie on the rack. "How old will you be?" "Auchteen next Martinmas." "And why will you be coming to the sacrament?" "Ma mither thocht it was time," with a threatening of tears as she looked at the face in the corner. "Ye will maybe tell the Session what hass been your 'lawwork' and how long ye hef been at Sinai." "A' dinna ken what yir askin'. I was never oot o' Drumtochty," and Jessie breaks down utterly. "A' dinna think, Moderator, we ocht tae ask sic questions," broke in Burnbrae, who could not see a little one put to confusion; "an' I canna mind them in the Gospels. There's ae commandment Jessie keeps weel, as a' can testeefy, and that's the fifth, for there's no a better dochter in Drumtochty. A' move, Moderator, she get her token; dinna greet, puir woman, for ye've dune weel, and the Session's rael satisfeed." "It wass Dr. John's mark I wass trying the girl by," explained Lachlan after Jessie had gone away comforted. "And it iss a goot mark, oh yes, and very searching. "Ye will maybe not know what it iss, Moderator," and Lachlan regarded the minister with austere superiority, for it was the winter of the feud. No, he did not, nor any of the Session, being all douce Scotchmen, except Donald Menzies who was at home fighting the devil. "It iss broken bones, and Dr. John did preach three hours upon it at Auchindarroch Fast, and there wass not many went to the Sacrament on that occasion. "Broken bones iss a fine mark to begin with, and the next will be doubts. But there iss a deeper," continued Lachlan, warming to his subject, "oh yes, far deeper, and I heard of it when I wass North for the sheep, and I will not be forgetting that day with Janet Macfarlane. "I knew she wass a professor, and I wass looking for her marks. But it wass not for me to hef been searching her; it wass that woman that should hef been trying me." A profound silence wrapt the Session. "'Janet,' I said, 'hef ye had many doubts?' "'Doubts, Lachlan? was that what you asked? I hef had desertions, and one will be for six months.' "So I saw she wass far beyond me, for I dare not be speaking about desertions." Two minutes after the minister pronounced the benediction, and no one had offered any remark in the interval. It seemed to the elders that Lachlan dealt hardly with young people and those that had gone astray, but they learned one evening that his justice had at least no partiality. Burnbrae said afterwards that Lachlan "looked like a ghaist comin' in at the door," but he sat in silence in the shadow, and no one marked the agony on his face till the end.