"It's mair likely," said Chirsty, "to be the factor at the Spittal's lassie. The factor has a grand garden, and that would account for such basketfuls o' flowers." "Whaever she is," said Birse, "I'm thinking he could hae done better." "I'll be fine pleased wi' ony o' them," said Tibbie, who had a magenta silk, and so was jealous of no one. "It hasna been proved," Haggart pointed out, "that the flowers came frae thae parts. She may be sending them frae Glasgow." "I aye understood it was a Glasgow lady," said Snecky. "He'll be like the Tilliedrum minister that got a lady to send him to the college on the promise that he would marry her as soon as he got a kirk. She made him sign a paper." "The far-seeing limmer," exclaimed Chirsty. "But if that's what Mr. Dishart has done, how has he kept it so secret?" "He wouldna want the women o' the congregation to ken he was promised till after they had voted for him." "I dinna haud wi' that explanation o't," said Haggart, "but I may tell you that I ken for sure she's a Glasgow leddy. Lads, ministers is near aye bespoke afore they're licensed. There's a michty competition for them in the big toons. Ay, the leddies just stand at the college gates, as you may say, and snap them up as they come out." "And just as well for the ministers, I'se uphaud," said Tibbie, "for it saves them a heap o' persecution when they come to the like o' Thrums. There was Mr. Meiklejohn, the U. P. minister: he was no sooner placed than every genteel woman in the town was persecuting him. The Miss Dobies was the maist shameless; they fair hunted him." "Ay," said Snecky; "and in the tail o' the day ane o' them snacked him up. Billies, did you ever hear o' a minister being refused?" "Never." "Weel, then, I have; and by a widow woman too. His name was Samson, and if it had been Tamson she would hae ta'en him. Ay, you may look, but it's true. Her name was Turnbull, and she had another gent after her, name o' Tibbets. She couldna make up her mind atween them, and for a while she just keeped them dangling on. Ay, but in the end she took Tibbets. And what, think you, was her reason? As you ken, thae grand folk has their initials on their spoons and nichtgowns. Ay, weel, she thocht it would be mair handy to take Tibbets, because if she had ta'en the minister the T's would have had to be changed to S's. It was thoctfu' o' her." "Is Tibbets living?" asked Haggart sharply. "No; he's dead." "What," asked Haggart, "was the corp to trade?" "I dinna ken." "I thocht no," said Haggart, triumphantly. "Weel, I warrant he was a minister too. Ay, catch a woman giving up a minister, except for another minister." All were looking on Haggart with admiration, when a voice from the door cried-- "Listen, and I'll tell you a queerer ane than that." "Dagont," cried Birse, "it's Wearywarld, and he has been hearkening. Leave him to me." When the post returned, the conversation was back at Mr. Dishart.