CHAPTER XXIX.
EPPY AGAIN.
He would gladly have told his friend the cobbler all about the strange occurrence; but he did not feel sure it would be right to carry a report of the house where he held a position of trust; and what made him doubtful was, that first he doubted whether the cobbler would consider it right.

But he went to see him the next day, in the desire to be near the only man to whom it was possible he might tell what he had seen.
The moment he entered the room, where the cobbler as usual sat at work by his wife, he saw that something was the matter.

But they welcomed him with their usual cordiality, nor was it many minutes before mistress Comin made him acquainted with the cause of their anxiety.
"We're jist a wee triblet, sir," she said, "aboot Eppy!" "I am very sorry," said Donal, with a pang: he had thought things were going right with her.

"What is the matter ?" "It's no sae easy to say!" returned the grandmother.

"It may weel be only a fancy o' the auld fowk, but it seems to baith o' 's she has a w'y wi' her 'at disna come o' the richt.