' Mr. Robinson scratched
his head. 'But surely ye're raisin' an awfu' excitement ower a
pair o' socks.'
'It wasna the socks, ye stupid: it was the fondest love!'
John laughed again, but less boisterously,
'Maggie's no blate, whaever she is. Did ye no speir at Macgreegor
aboot her?'
'Oh, man! ha'e ye nae sense?' I jist tied up the paircel again an'
left it on his bed.'
'Weel, that ends it,' John said comfortably. 'But'--with a
wink--'let it be a lesson to ye never to tamper wi' yer son's
correspondence. Ye're pretty sure to find mair nor ye expec'.'
Mrs. Robinson clasped her hands. 'Oh, dear! hoo can ye joke aboot
it? What if Christina breaks her engagement.'
'What?' he cried, suddenly alarmed. 'Break her engagement! Surely
ye dinna mean that! Did she say onything? Did she seem offended?
Did she----'
'Never a word--but her look was different. But whatever stupid
thing the laddie may ha'e done, his heart's set on Christina. It
wud break his heart if----'
'This is bad,' said John, all dismayed. 'I didna think it wud be
that serious. But I'll tell ye what I'll dae, Lizzie. I'll gang
the morn and see Christina an' tell her----'
'What'll ye tell her?'
'Dear knows! What wud ye say yersel'?'
'Neither you nor me can say onything. Macgreegor'll ha'e to
explain--if he can.'
Mr. Robinson groaned, then brightened. 'I yinst had a cousin
called Maggie,' he said; 'unfortunately she's been deid for fifteen
year.
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