'
'Well, I never!' she cried. 'I believe I gave ye permission to
escort me from these premises at 8 p.m.,' she proceeded in her best
English, which he hated, 'but I have not the slightest recollection
of inviting ye to call at 10 a.m. However, the 8 p.m. appointment
is hereby cancelled.'
'Cancel yer Auntie Kate!' he rejoined, indignant. 'Hoo can ye
speak like that when dear knows when I'll see ye again?'
'Oh, ye'll no be at the Front for a week or so yet, an' we'll hope
for the best. Still, I'll forgive ye, seein' it's yer nineteenth
birthday. Only, I'm thinkin' yer parents 'll be wantin' ye to keep
the hoose the nicht.'
Macgregor's collar seemed to be getting tight, for he tugged at it
as he said: 'I'll tell them I'm gaun oot to see _you_.'
'That'll but double the trouble,' she said, lightly.
Their eyes met, and for the first time in their acquaintance,
perhaps, hers were first to give way.
'Christina,' he said, abruptly, 'I want to burst that five pound.'
'Ye extravagant monkey!'
'On a--a ring.'
'A ring! Ha'e ye enlisted as a colonel?' But her levity lacked
sparkle.
As for Macgregor, he had dreamed of this moment for ages. 'Ye'll
tak' it, Christina?' he whispered. 'Gi'e me yer size--a hole in a
bit pasteboard. . . .' Speech failed him.
'Me?' she murmured--and shook her head. 'Ye're ower young, Mac,'
she said, gently.
'I'm a year aulder nor you . . . Christina, let's get engaged
afore I gang--say ye will!'
She moved a little way up the counter and became engrossed in the
lurid cover of a penny novel.
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