"Na," said Jess Kissock of the Bow Head, "it's no' a licht thing to be wife to sic a man"--which, indeed, it assuredly was not. Mrs. Fergus Teeman could have given some evidence on that subject, but she only hid her secrets under the shabby breast of her stuff gown.
There was said to be a daughter at a boarding-school employed in "finishing," whatever that might be. There were also various boys like steps in an uneven stair, models of all the virtues under their father's eye, and perfect demons on the street--that is, on the streets of Port Ryan which were not glared upon by the omniscient plate-glass of Teeman's Emporium.
There was no minister in the Kirk in the Vennel when Fergus Teeman came to Port Ryan. The last one had got another kirk after fifteen years' service, thirteen of which
