A shriek of laughter from those who heard greeted this announcement, and Wee Andra thumped his chum upon the back in the exuberance of his delight. "Great head, Don!" he roared. "Catchach'll swallow him with joy before he has time to deny it." "Don Neil," cried Jessie, "you surely wouldn't play a trick on a minister!" "It would be fearful wicked," put in Sandy piously. "He'll never know," laughed Donald. "We'll let Catchach foam a while and then bring him down to earth before he does any damage." "Well, a minister should be considered above such things," said Sarah loftily. "Not this minister," said Don with conviction, "he's able to take care of himself. Eh, Andra?" "You bet. There's nothin' o' the old hearse about him. He's jist like the rest of us. It'll be a howlin' circus--" and he chuckled prodigiously. "If you boys are up to any mischief about the minister," warned Bella, "I'll tell your father. Andra--Hish!" For the minister had arisen and was returning thanks for the food of which they had partaken. The noise was hushed and every head instantly lowered. The company broke up with the unanimous verdict that they had had a grand time and that the new minister was beyond praise. The young man walked up the hill with Flora McNabb in an equal state of satisfaction. He had the pleasant assurance that his young flock liked him and he felt sure he was going to be very happy in Glenoro. He wondered laughingly what his fastidious Helen would say could she have seen him playing "Blind Man's Buff" with Miss Duffy. He wrote her a very laughable account of the affair before he retired, and went to bed to dream that he and she lived in the little manse by the bend in the river. So the evening which Duncan Polite had prayed over so fervently came to an end and, as the young shepherd of the flock slept peacefully in his comfortable home in the valley, well pleased with himself and the world, the old Watchman lay awake in his little shanty on the hilltop, hoping and praying that the young servant of the Master had dropped some words that would lead Donald and the young people of the Glen into a higher and nobler life. V A PASTORAL VISITATION No sooner was he settled in Glenoro than the young pastor commenced a thorough and systematic course of visiting. He found it very slow work, however, in spite of his activity. Each family of his flock vied with the other in lavishing upon him its hospitality. He was detained for nearly a day at each place, and dinners, teas and lunches, so many and so elaborate, were forced upon him that he was divided between the fear of giving offence by refusing to partake and the dread of becoming a chronic dyspeptic.