The Little Minister Page #3

disposed man

Until I was appointed.

But, uh, they-They do

recognize your authority.

Ah-Authority? Ach, they

won't even come to the lockup

After I lay hands

on them.

Do they say

they won't come?

Catch them

saying anything,

They just give me a whap

into the gutters.

If they'd speak, i

wouldn't have complained,

For i'm naturally the

sociablest main in thrums.

That's easy to see. Well,

good evening, wearyworld.

I- Uh...

Well, it was pleasant to

crack a word with somebody.

I- I'll be in

my rounds, now.

I-

Oh, it's a weary world

And nobody bides in it.

Micah?

My father put me out.

He's been talking and arguing

with the devil for an hour.

Don't be frightened.

Rob.

Oh, it's a weary world.

Oh.

Hi, there!

Uhh!

In the name of the lord,

you don't show anything. Ha.

Oh, it's just

a gypsy, buddy.

I'm the police.

Oh, I dinna ken.

Uh, please,

mr. Police.

Do not take me to the

lockup, andI'll go away.

No, no, honey. Stay

here and talk with me,

And maybe wearyworld

won't be hard on you.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Oh, never be

a policeman, lassie,

Or you'll soon have

feet like nobody else's.

Aye, but it's

grand work.

A great responsibility.

Ugh.

Are you here in case

the soldiers come?

The soldiers? Those

preservists, when they come,

I hope i'm a thousand

miles away.

My heart's with

weavers, lassie,

But my duty

is with the law,

And 3 blasts

of the weaver's horn

Will unleash

a bee's nest in thrums,

AndI'll have to be

in the middle of it.

3 blasts on the horn?

Aye, the signal horn

they hide in the old mill.

Everybody knows

about it.

Everybody but

the minister.

He's all for peace,

so nobody tells him.

You mean

the little minister

With a twinkle

in his eye.

I mean the reverend

mr. Dishart.

Come along, lassie,

and walk with me a bit,

And maybe you'll give me

some of your gab, eh?

I-

Now, if that doesn't

beat all.

World.

Oh, please, sir.

Don't hand me over

to the sheriff.

I've lost my way.

Oh. Perhaps I can

help you.

Oh, you can, sir,

If you can

tell me where

The old mill is.

The old mill?

Aye, sir. I want to meet my sweetheart.

Oh, I mean, my father were there,

And I cannot even

find the place.

I pass it

on my way.

I'll direct you.

Oh...

Oh, you're kind, sir.

That's it.

I take it you must be

the new little minister

I hear them

talk about.

I'm the new minister.

Do they say

"little minister"?

Oh, no.

That was my fault.

It kind of

popped out.

But it wasn't meant

to be uncomplimentary.

You're just the size

i like.

Ha. Oh, they say

bonny things about you.

That is,

the lassies do.

Would you like

to hear?

I didn't hear you.

Did you say you would

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