"Oh," said Katie, turning to the minister as if caught in some delinquency, "it’s no’ my faut, sir; ye maun forgie the bird; the silly thing doesna ken better." "Never mind, never mind," said Mr. Porteous, kindly, "it’s but a trifle, and not worthy of our notice at such a solemn moment; it must not distract our minds from higher things." "I’m muckle obleeged to ye, sir," said Katie, rising and making a curtsy. Feeling, however, that a crisis had come from which she could not escape if she would, she bid Mary "gang ben and watch, and shut the door". When Mary had obeyed, she turned to Mr. Porteous and said, "Ye maun excuse me, sir, but I canna thole ye to be angry aboot the bird. It’s been a sore affliction, I do assure you, sir." "Pray say nothing more of that business, I implore you, Mrs. Mercer, just now," said Mr. Porteous, looking uneasy, but putting his hand kindly on her arm; "there is no need for it." This did not deter Katie from uttering what was now oppressing her heart more than ever, but rather encouraged her to go on. "Ye maun let me speak, or I’ll brust," she said. "Oh, sir, it has indeed been an awfu’ grief this--just awfu’ tae us baith. But dinna, dinna think Adam was to blame as muckle as me. I’m in faut, no’ him. It wasna frae want o’ respec’ tae you, sir; na, na, that couldna be; but a’ frae love tae our bairn, that was sae uncommon ta’en up wi’ yersel’." "I remember the lovely boy well," said Mr. Porteous, not wishing to open up the question of the Sergeant’s conduct. "Naebody that ever see’d him," continued Katie, "but wad mind him--his bonnie een like blabs o’ dew, and his bit mooth that was sae sweet tae kiss. An’ ye mind the nicht he dee’d, hoo he clapped yer head when ye were prayin’ there at his bedside, and hoo he said his ain wee prayer; and hoo----" Here Katie rose in rather an excited manner, and opened a press, and taking from it several articles, approached the minister and said--"See, there’s his shoon, and there’s his frock; and this is the clean cap and frills that was on his bonnie head when he lay a corp; and that was the whistle he had when he signed tae the bird tae come for a bit o’ his piece; and it was the last thing he did, when he couldna eat, to insist on me giein’ a wee bit tae his bairn, as he ca’ed it, ye ken; and he grat when he was sae waik that he couldna whistle till’t. O my bairn, my bonnie bairn!" she went on, in low accents of profound sorrow, as she returned to the press these small memorials of a too cherished grief. "You must not mourn as those who have no hope, my friend," said the minister; "your dear child is with Jesus." "Thank ye, sir, for that," said Katie; who resolved, however, to press towards the point she had in view. "An’ it was me hindered Adam frae killin’ my bairn’s pet," she continued, resuming her seat beside the minister. "He said he wad throttle it, or cast it into the fire."