I wud ha'e let ye enjoy yer pairty in peace, but what wi' the
forebodin's o' ma auld frien' an' the scent o' the hens an' pigs, I
could thole nae longer.'
'In short,' Christina brightly remarked, 'ye was completely fed up.
Weel, weel, ye'll sune forget aboot yer troubles in the joys o'
pursuin' pastries. We'll fetch the table close to ye so as ye can
fall to wi'oot unduly streetchin' yer neck. Mac, get busy! Toast
this cookie.'
'She's a great manager,' Miss Tod said, smiling to Macgregor. 'But
she'll mak' ye a rael guid wife when ye come back frae the wars----'
'Oh, whisht, Miss Tod!' cried Christina. 'Ye'll cause him to
blush.' Which was rather a mean way of diverting attention from
her own complexion.
However, at that moment the bell rang, and exclaiming, 'Anither
boom in trade!' she darted into the shop.
The customer seemed to be in a great hurry, for almost immediately
she reappeared in the sitting-room. She was smiling and carried a
small package in her hand.
'Guess wha it was,' said she.
'The meenister,' replied Miss Tod, who for some mysterious reason
always guessed the reverend gentleman, who happened to be a
customer.
'On the contrary,' said Christina.
'Wullie Thomson,' said Macgregor, suddenly remembering the borrowed
threepence.
'Up dux! Ye deserve a sweetie.' She presented the bag, open.
'What sort are they?'
He laughed and answered--'War Loan Lozengers.'
XIV
AUNT PURDIE INTERVENES
The battalion was not an hour returned from the longest, hottest,
dustiest and most exhausting route march yet experienced.
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