. .'
'I beg yer pardon?'
'Ach, ye ken what I mean. He fancied we wud enjoy a wee whiley
jist by oorsel's.'
'Speak for yersel'! I'm thinkin' it was exceedingly rude o' him to
slope wi'oot tellin' me he had enjoyed his tea.'
'He asked me to tell ye that he hadna enjoyed hissel' sae weel
since his uncle's funeral, ten year back.'
Christina gave a little sniff. 'That's a nice sort o' compliment.
Funeral, indeed!'
'Christina! what's vexin' ye?'
'Wha said I was vexed?'
'I've seen ye lookin' happier.'
'Are ye a judge o' happiness?'
'I ken when I'm no happy--an' that's the noo. But I warn ye, I'm
no gaun to stick it!'
'What's made ye unhappy?' she coldly inquired.
'You !'
'Dear me!'--ironically.
'Ay, jist dear you!' And with these words he caught her round the
shoulders and kissed her.
Breathless and rather ruffled she exclaimed, 'If ye dae that again,
I'll----'
He did it again.
'Ye're gettin' terrible forward,' she said, half angry, half amused.
'High time!'
She regarded him with amazement.
Suddenly he said: 'Ye're as much mines as I'm yours. Deny it, if
ye can.'
For perhaps the first time in her life Christina temporized. 'Can
ye sweer ye didna arrange wi' Wullie to leave early?'
'Eh?'
The note of innocence satisfied her. 'Weel,' she said graciously,
'I forgive ye.'
'What for?'
'Takin' liberties.'
Her lips wavered to a smile and he could not refrain from kissing
them once more.
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