Then he sat down on the edge of the sty, and looked long and silently at an empty bucket. But whether his thoughts were of T’nowhead’s Bell, whom he had lost for ever, or of the food the farmer fed his pig on, is not known. “Lord preserve ‘s! are ye no at the kirk?” cried Bell, nearly dropping the baby as Sam’l broke into the room. “Bell!” cried Sam’l. Then T’nowhead’s Bell knew that her hour had come. “Sam’l,” she faltered. “Will ye hae ‘s, Bell?” demanded Sam’l, glaring at her sheepishly. “Ay,” answered Bell. Sam’l fell into a chair. “Bring ‘s a drink o’ water, Bell,” he said. But Bell thought the occasion required milk, and there was none in the kitchen. She went out to the byre, still with the baby in her arms, and saw Sanders Elshioner sitting gloomily on the pigsty. “Weel, Bell,” said Sanders. “I thocht ye’d been at the kirk, Sanders,” said Bell. Then there was a silence between them. “Has Sam’l speered ye, Bell?” asked Sanders, stolidly. “Ay,” said Bell again, and this time there was a tear in her eye. Sanders was little better than an “orra man,” and Sam’l was a weaver, and yet--But it was too late now. Sanders gave the pig a vicious poke with a stick, and when it had ceased to grunt, Bell was back in the kitchen. She had forgotten about the milk, however, and Sam’l only got water after all. In after-days, when the story of Bell’s wooing was told, there were some who held that the circumstances would have almost justified the lassie in giving Sam’l the go-by. But these perhaps forgot that her other lover was in the same predicament as the accepted one--that of the two, indeed, he was the more to blame, for he set off to T’nowhead on the Sabbath of his own accord, while Sam’l only ran after him. And then there is no one to say for certain whether Bell heard of her suitors’ delinquencies until Lisbeth’s return from the kirk. Sam’l could never remember whether he told her, and Bell was not sure whether, if he did, she took it in. Sanders was greatly in demand for weeks to tell what he knew of the affair, but though he was twice asked to tea to the manse among the trees, and subjected thereafter to ministerial cross-examinations, this is all he told. He remained at the pigsty until Sam’l left the farm, when he joined him at the top of the brae, and they went home together. “It’s yersel’, Sanders,” said Sam’l. “It is so, Sam’l,” said Sanders. “Very cauld,” said Sam’l. “Blawy,” assented Sanders. After a pause-- “Sam’l,” said Sanders. “Ay.” “I’m hearing ye’re to be mairit.” “Ay.” “Weel, Sam’l, she’s a snod bit lassie.” “Thank ye,” said Sam’l. “I had ance a kin o’ notion o’ Bell mysel’,” continued Sanders. “Ye had?” “Yes, Sam’l; but I thocht better o’ ‘t.” “Hoo d’ ye mean?” asked Sam’l, a little anxiously. “Weel, Sam’l, mairitch is a terrible responsibeelity.” “It is so,” said Sam’l, wincing. “An’ no the thing to tak’ up withoot conseederation.”