The school-board is constituted.

“Preserve us! what’s that?” say the Kers from the windows where they are listening.  They think it is some unfair Erastian advantage.

“Nocht ava’—­it’s juist a word!” explains to them over his shoulder their oracle Saunders, from where he sits by the side of his minister—­a small but indomitable phalanx of two in the rear of the farmer and publican.  The schoolroom, being that of the old parochial school, is crowded by the supporters of Church and State.  These are, however, more especially supporters of the Church, for at the parliamentary elections they mostly vote for “Auld Wullie” in spite of parish politics and Dr. Spence Hutchison.

“Tak’ care o’ Auld Willie’s tickets!” is the cry when in Howpaslet they put the voting-urns into the van to be carried to the county town buildings for enumeration.  It was a Ker who drove, and the Tories suspected him of “losing” the tickets of Auld Wullie’s opponent by the way.  They say that is the way Auld Wullie got in.  But nobody really knows, and everybody is aware that a Tory will say anything of a Ker.

So the schoolroom was crowded with “Establishers,” for the Kers would not come within such a tainted building as a parochial school—­except to a comic nigger minstrel performance, which in Howpaslet levels and composes all differences.  So instead they waited at the windows and listened.  One prominent and officious stoop of the Kirk tried to shut a window.  But he got a Ker’s clicky[9] over his head from without, and sat down discouraged.

[Footnote 9:  Shepherd’s staff.]

“Wull it come to ocht, think ye?” the Kers asked of each other outside.

“I’m rale dootfu’,” was the general opinion; “but we maun juist howp for the best.”

So the Kers stood without and hoped for the best—­which, being interpreted, was that their champions, the Reverend William Calvin and Saunders Ker of the Mains, would get ill-treated by their opponents inside, and that they, the Kers, might then have a chance of clearing out the school.  Every Ker had already picked his man.  It has never been decided, though often argued, whether in his introductory prayer Mr. Calvin was justified in putting up the petition that peace might reign.  The general feeling was against him at the time.

“But there’s three things that needs to be considered,” said Saunders Ker:  “in the first place, it was within his richt as a minister to pit up what petition he liked; and, in the second, he didna mean it leeterally himsel’, for we a’ kenned it was his intention to be doon the Doctor’s throat in five meenits; an’, thirdly, it wad be a bonny queer thing gin thirty-three Kers an’ Grahams a’ earnestly prayin’ the contrar’, hadna as muckle influence at a throne o’ grace, as ae man that didna mean what he said, even though the name o’ him was William Henry Calvin.”

Saunders expressed the general feeling of the meeting outside, which was frankly belligerent.  They had indeed been beaten at the polls as they had expected, but in an honest tulzie with dickies the parish would hear a different tale.