enabled　him　to　accept　the　offered　pardon？　　And　for　anything　she
  knew；　was　not　Robert　going　after　him　to　the　place　of　misery？　　How
  could　she　smile？
  'Noo　be　dooce；'　she　said；　the　moment　she　had　shaken　hands　with　them；
  with　her　cold　hands；　so　clean　and　soft　and　smooth。　　With　a　volcanic
  heart　of　love；　her　outside　was　always　so　still　and　cold！snow　on
  the　mountain　sides；　hot　vein…coursing　lava　within。　　For　her　highest
  duty　was　submission　to　the　will　of　God。　Ah！　if　she　had　only　known
  the　God　who　claimed　her　submission！　　But　there　is　time　enough　for
  every　heart　to　know　him。
  'Noo　be　dooce；'　she　repeated；　'an'　sit　doon；　and　tell　me　aboot　the
  fowk　at　Bodyfauld。　　I　houpe　ye　thankit　them；　or　ye　left；　for　their
  muckle　kindness　to　ye。'
  The　boys　were　silent。
  'Didna　ye　thank　them？'
  'No；　grannie；　I　dinna　think　'at　we　did。'
  'Weel；　that　was　ill…faured　o'　ye。　　Eh！　but　the　hert　is　deceitfu'
  aboon　a'　thing；　and　desperately　wicked。　　Who　can　know　it？　　Come
  awa'。　　Come　awa'。　　Robert；　festen　the　door。'
  And　she　led　them　to　the　corner　for　prayer；　and　poured　forth　a
  confession　of　sin　for　them　and　for　herself；　such　as　left　little　that
  could　have　been　added　by　her　own　profligate　son；　had　he　joined　in
  the　prayer。　　Either　there　are　no　degrees　in　guilt；　or　the　Scotch
  language　was　equal　only　to　the　confession　of　children　and　holy
  women；　and　could　provide　no　more　awful　words　for　the　contrition　of
  the　prodigal　or　the　hypocrite。　　But　the　words　did　little　harm；　for
  Robert's　mind　was　full　of　the　kite　and　the　violin；　and　was　probably
  nearer　God　thereby　than　if　he　had　been　trying　to　feel　as　wicked　as
  his　grandmother　told　God　that　he　was。　　Shargar　was　even　more
  divinely　employed　at　the　time　than　either；　for　though　he　had　not　had
  the　manners　to　thank　his　benefactor；　his　heart　had　all　the　way　home
  been　full　of　tender　thoughts　of　Miss　Lammie's　kindness；　and　now；
  instead　of　confessing　sins　that　were　not　his；　he　was　loving　her　over
  and　over；　and　wishing　to　be　back　with　her　instead　of　with　this
  awfully　good　woman；　in　whose　presence　there　was　no　peace；　for　all
  the　atmosphere　of　silence　and　calm　in　which　she　sat。
  Confession　over；　and　the　boys　at　liberty　again；　a　new　anxiety　seized
  them。　　Grannie　must　find　out　that　Robert's　shoes　were　missing；　and
  what　account　was　to　be　given　of　the　misfortune；　for　Robert　would
  not；　or　could　not　lie？　　In　the　midst　of　their　discussion　a　bright
  idea　flashed　upon　Shargar；　which；　however；　he　kept　to　himself：　he
  would　steal　them；　and　bring　them　home　in　triumph；　emulating　thus
  Robert's　exploit　in　delivering　his　bonny　leddy。
  The　shoemaker　sat　behind　his　door　to　be　out　of　the　draught：　Shargar
  might　see　a　great　part　of　the　workshop　without　being　seen；　and　he
  could　pick　Robert's　shoes　from　among　a　hundred。　　Probably　they　lay
  just　where　Robert　had　laid　them；　for　Dooble　Sanny　paid　attention　to
  any　job　only　in　proportion　to　the　persecution　accompanying　it。
  So　the　next　day　Shargar　contrived　to　slip　out　of　school　just　as　the
  writing　lesson　began；　for　he　had　great　skill　in　conveying　himself
  unseen；　and；　with　his　book…bag；　slunk　barefooted　into　the　soutar's
  entry。
  The　shop　door　was　a　little　way　open；　and　the　red　eyes　of　Shargar　had
  only　the　corner　next　it　to　go　peering　about　in。　　But　there　he　saw
  the　shoes。　　He　got　down　on　his　hands　and　knees；　and　crept　nearer。
  Yes；　they　were　beyond　a　doubt　Robert's　shoes。　　He　made　a　long　arm；
  like　a　beast　of　prey；　seized　them；　and；　losing　his　presence　of　mind
  upon　possession；　drew　them　too　hastily　towards　him。　　The　shoemaker
  saw　them　as　they　vanished　through　the　door；　and　darted　after　them。
  Shargar　was　off　at　full　speed；　and　Sandy　followed　with　hue　and　cry。
  Every　idle　person　in　the　street　joined　in　the　pursuit；　and　all　who
  were　too　busy　or　too　respectable　to　run　crowded　to　door　and　windows。
  Shargar　made　instinctively　for　his　mother's　old　lair；　but
  bethinking　himself　when　he　reached　the　door；　he　turned；　and；　knowing
  nowhere　else　to　go；　fled　in　terror　to　Mrs。　Falconer's；　still；
  however；　holding　fast　by　the　shoes；　for　they　were　Robert's。
  As　Robert　came　home　from　school；　wondering　what　could　have　become　of
  his　companion；　he　saw　a　crowd　about　his　grandmother's　door；　and
  pushing　his　way　through　it　in　some　dismay；　found　Dooble　Sanny　and
  Shargar　confronting　each　other　before　the　stern　justice　of　Mrs。
  Falconer。
  'Ye're　a　leear；'　the　soutar　was　panting　out。　'I　haena　had　a　pair　o'
  shune　o'　Robert's　i'　my　han's　this　three　month。　　Thae　shunelat　me
  see　themthey'reHere's　Robert　himsel'。　　Are　thae　shune　yours；
  noo；　Robert？'
  'Ay　are　they。　　Ye　made　them　yersel'。'
  'Hoo　cam　they　in　my　chop；　than？'
  'Speir　nae　mair　quest'ons　nor's　worth　answerin'；'　said　Robert；　with
  a　look　meant　to　be　significant。　'They're　my　shune；　and　I'll　keep
  them。　　Aiblins　ye　dinna　aye　ken　wha's　shune　ye　hae；　or　whan　they　cam
  in　to　ye。'
  'What　for　didna　Shargar　come　an'　speir　efter　them；　than；　in　place　o'
  makin'　a　thief　o'　himsel'　that　gait？'
  'Ye　may　haud　yer　tongue；'　returned　Robert；　with　yet　more
  significance。
  'I　was　aye　a　gowk　（idiot）；'　said　Shargar；　in　apologetic　reflection；
  looking　awfully　white；　and　afraid　to　lift　an　eye　to　Mrs。　Falconer；
  yet　reassured　a　little　by　Robert's　presence。
  Some　glimmering　seemed　now　to　have　dawned　upon　the　soutar；　for　he
  began　to　prepare　a　retreat。　　Meantime　Mrs。　Falconer　sat　silent；
  allowing　no　word　that　passed　to　escape　her。　　She　wanted　to　be　at　the
  bottom　of　the　mysterious　affair；　and　therefore　held　her　peace。
  'Weel；　I'm　sure；　Robert；　ye　never　tellt　me　aboot　the　shune；'　said
  Alexander。　'I　s'　jist　tak　them　back　wi'　me；　and　du　what's　wantit　to
  them。　　And　I'm　sorry　that　I　hae　gien　ye　this　tribble；　Mistress
  Faukner；　but　it　was　a'　that　fule's　wite　there。　　I　didna　even　ken　it
  was　him；　till　we　war　near…han'　the　hoose。'
  'Lat　me　see　the　shune；'　said　Mrs。　Falconer；　speaking　almost　for　the
  first　time。　'What's　the　maitter　wi'　them？'
  Examining　the　shoes；　she　saw　they　were　in　a　perfectly　sound　state；
  and　this　confirmed　her　suspicion　that　there　was　more　in　the　affair
  than　had　yet　come　out。　　Had　she　taken　the　straightforward　measure　of
  examining　Robert；　she　would　soon　have　arrived　at　the　truth。　　But　she
  had　such　a　dread　of　causing　a　lie　to　be　told；　that　she　would　adopt
  any　roundabout　way　rather　than　ask　a　plain　question　of　a　suspected
  culprit。　　So　she　laid　the　shoes　down　beside　her；　saying　to　the
  soutar；
  'There's　naething　amiss　wi'　the　shune。　　Ye　can　lea'　them。'
  Thereupon　Alexander　went　away；　and　Robert　and　Shargar　would　have
  given　more　than　their　dinner　to　follow　him。　　Grannie　neither　asked
  any　questions；　however；　nor　made　a　single　remark　on　what　had　passed。
  Dinner　was　served　and　eaten；　and　the　boys　returned　to　their
  afternoon　school。
  No　sooner　was　she　certain　that　they　were　safe　under　the
  school…master's　eye　than　the　old　lady　put　on　her　black　silk　bonnet
  and　her　black　woollen　shawl；　took　her　green　cotton　umbrella；　which
  served　her　for　a　staff；　and；　refusing　Betty's　proffered　assistance；
  set　out　for　Dooble　Sanny's　shop。
  As　she　drew　near　she　heard　the　sounds　of　his　violin。　　When　she
  entered；　he　laid　his　auld　wife　carefully　aside；　and　stood　in　an
  expectant　attitude。
  'Mr。　Elshender；　I　want　to　be　at　the　boddom　o'　this；'　said　Mrs。
  Falconer。
  'Weel；　mem；　gang　to　the　boddom　o'　't；'　returned　Dooble　Sanny；
  dropping　on　his　stool；　and　taking　his　stone　upon　his　lap　and
  stroking　it；　as　if　it　had　been　some　quadrupedal　pet。　　Full　of　rough
  but　real　politeness　to　women　when　in　good　humour；　he　lost　all　his
  manners　along　with　his　temper　upon　the　slightest　provocation；　and
  her　tone　irritated　him。
  'Hoo　cam　Robert's　shune　to　be　i'　your　shop？'
  'Somebody　bude　till　hae　brocht　them；　mem。　　In　a'　my　expairience；　and
  that's　no　sma'；　I　never　kent　pair　o'　shune　gang　ohn　a　pair　o'　feet
  i'　the　wame　o'　them。'
  'Hoots！　what　kin'　o'　gait　's　that　to　speyk　till　a　body？　　Whase　feet
  was　inside　the　shune？'
  'De'il　a　bit　o'　me　kens；　mem。'
  'Dinna　sweir；　whatever　ye　du。'
  'De'il　but　I　will　sweir；　mem；　an'　gin　ye　anger　me；　I'll　jist　sweir
  awfu'。'
  'I'm　sure　I　hae　nae　wuss　to　anger　ye；　man！　　Canna　ye　help　a　body　to
  win　at　the　boddom　o'　a　thing　ohn　angert　an'　sworn？'
  'Weel；　I　kenna　wha　brocht　the　shune；　as　I　tellt　ye　a'ready。'
  'But　they　wantit　nae　men'in'。'
  'I　micht　hae　men't　them　an'　forgotten　't；　mem。'
  'Noo　ye're　leein'。'
  'Gin　ye　gang　on　that　gait；　mem；　I　winna　speyk　a　word　o'　trowth　frae
  this　moment　foret。'
  'Jist　tell　me　what　ye　ken　aboot　thae　shune；　an'　I'll　no　say　anither
  word。'
  'Weel；　mem；　I'll　tell　ye　the　trowth。　　The　de'il　brocht　them　in　ae
  day　in　a　lang　taings；　and　says　he；　〃Elshender；　men'　thae　shune　for
  puir　Robby　Faukner；　an'　dooble…sole　them　for　the　life　o'　ye；　for
  that　auld　luckie…minnie　o'　his　'ill　sune　hae　him　doon　oor　gait；　and
  the　grun'　's　het　i'　the　noo；　an'　I　dinna　want　to　be　ower