“Thereismoretruththanyouthink，inyourprettyfancy，Harry，“
rejoinedHugh，andwassilent——self-rebuked；forthememoryofDavidcamebackuponhim，recalledbythewordsoftheboy；ofDavid，whomhelovedandhonouredwiththebestpowersofhisnature，andwhomyethehadneglectedandseemedtoforget；nay，whomhehadpartiallyforgotten——hecouldnotdeny。Theoldman，whosethoughtswerejustthoseofawisechild，hadsaidtohimonce：
“Wekennomore，MaisterSutherlan\'，whatwe\'regrowin\'till，thanthatneep-seedtherekenswhataneepis，thoughaneepitwillbe。
Theonlyoddsis，thatwekenthatwedinnaken，andtheneep-seedkensnothingatallabootit。Butaething，MaisterSutherlan\'，wemaybesureo\'：that，whateveritbe，itwillbeworthGod\'smakin\'
an\'ourgrowin\'。“