Various Bodies Converging 319

“It’s no rain we’re here to look for,” said the
precentor.

“Peter Tosh,” cried Spens, “it was a drap!
Oh, Peter! how are you looking at me so queer,
Peter, when you should be thanking the Lord
for the promise that’s in that drap?”

“Come away,” Whamond said, impatiently ;
but Spens answered, “No till I’ve offered up
a prayer for the promise that’s in that drap.
Peter Tosh, you’ve forgotten to take off your
bonnet.”

“Think twice, John Spens,’ gasped Tosh,
“afore you pray for rain this nicht.”

The others thought him crazy, but he went
on, with a catch in his voice:

“TJ felt a drap o’ rain mysel’, just afore it came
on dark so hurried, and my first impulse was to
wish that I could carry that drap about wi’ me
and look at it. But, John Spens, when I looked
up I saw sic a change running ower the sky that
I thocht hell had ta’en the place o’ heaven, and
that there was waterspouts gathering therein for
the drowning o’ the world.”

“‘There’s no water in hell,” the precentor said,
grimly.

‘Genesis nine,” said Spens, “verses eight to
seventeen. Ay, but Peter, you’ve startled me,
and I’m thinking we should be stepping hame.
Is that a licht?”

“Tell be in Nanny Webster’s,’ Hendry said,
after they had all regarded the light.

“I never heard that Nanny needed a candle to
licht her to her bed,” the precentor muttered.

“‘She was awa to meet Sanders the day as he