It had begun to snow, and the still, white solitude made him ashamed of his temper.

He looked up at the quiet heavens above him, then at the quiet street before him, and muttered with a spice of satisfaction, "Speaking comes by nature, and silence by understanding.

I am thankfu' now I let Deacon Strang hae the last word.

I'm saying naught against Strang; he may gie good counsel, but they'll be fools that tak it." "Uncle!" "Hout, Davie! Whatna for are you here ?" "It began to snow, and I thought you would be the better of your cloak and umbrella.

You seem vexed, uncle." "Vexed?
Ay.