ACROSS   MORVEN.                                  157
and with having come off, as the saying is, with flying
colours; yet he soon had me on my knees beside a
simple, poor old man, and both proud and glad to be
there.
Before we. went to bed he offered me sixpence to
help me on my way, out of a scanty store he kept in
the turf wall of his house; at which excess of goodness
I knew not what to do. But at last he was so earnest
with me, that I thought it the more mannerly part to
let him have his way, and so left him poorer than
myself.