It was during the dark century when the powers-that-be in Scotland had forbidden all attendance at the church on the Sabbath. A little lassie was crossing the heath toward a secret meeting place, when she was stopped by a great soldier who pointed his sword at her throat and demanded where she was going. The heart under the little Scottish plaid yoke may have been beating at double time, and the childish voice may have trembled a bit, but still she answered truthfully: “And if it please ye, kind sir, my Elder Brother has died; soud I no’ going to my Father’s hoose for to see what he has left me in his last will and Testament?”

This must have sounded like good thrifty common sense to the Scottish soldier, for he said to her: “Ay, ay, lassie! Gang yer gait!” And the little girl went her way to worship her Father with others who had braved imprisonment and death for their love of God and His Church.