Bently that he was a sound Presbyterian and sure of his election. He had no sins — that he knew of — to repent of.

“Have you never done anything in your life that you are sorry for?” asked Mr. Bently.

Roaring Abel scratched his bushy white head and pretended to reflect.

“Well, yes,” he said finally. “There were some women I might have kissed and didn’t. I’ve always been sorry for that.”

Mr. Bently went out and went home.

Abel had seen that Cissy was properly baptised — jovially drunk at the same time himself. He made her go to church and Sunday School regularly. The church people took her up and she was in turn a member of the Mission Band, the Girls’