Old Laird McLeod had a right good heart of his own, and willingly
permitted the marriage to take place in his drawing-room. There were
very few guests, however.
The grey-haired old minister was there in time to taste the wine of
Scotland before the ceremony began, which, after all, though short, was
very solemn. No reading of prayers. The prayer that was said was from
the heart, not from a book; that sort of prayer which opens Heaven.
A long exhortation followed, hands were joined, the minister laid his
above, and Sandie and Fanny were man and wife. Then the blessing.