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Updated: May 31, 2025
I expected to see yer eyes an' nose rid, onyway, Christina. 'Indeed! Is that how it affects you? He looked hard at her. 'My! ye're a game yin! he said admiringly. 'Weel, I maun slope, he went on, with a sigh that sounded absurd, coming from him. 'I suppose ye've nae message for Macgreegor something ye forgot to say at the last meenute? Eh? Christina was at a loss.
An' ye're no' to scale yer tea nor sup the sugar if ony's left in yer cup when ye're dune drinkin'. An' if ye drap yer piece on the floor ye're no' to gang efter it; ye're jist to let on ye've ett it. An' ye're no' 'Deed, Lizzie, interposed her husband, 'ye're the yin to think aboot things. 'Weel, John, if I dinna tell Macgreegor hoo to behave hissel', he'll affront me, etc., etc., etc.
The anxious mother was counselling her young son regarding his behavior at the table of that excellent lady: 'An' mind, Macgreegor, ye're no' to be askin' fur jeely till ye've ett twa bits o' breed-an'-butter. It's no' mainners; an' yer Aunt Purdie's rale partecclar. An' yer no' to dicht yer mooth wi' yer cuff mind that. Ye're to tak' yer hanky an' let on ye're jist gi'ein' yer nib a bit wipe.
Robinson put in, 'an' the Kaiser hissel' couldna stop her, Still, Macgreegor, she's an auld frien', an' it wud be a peety to offend her. Ye'll be mair at hame there nor ye was at yer Aunt Purdie's swell affair. Dod, Lizzie, thon was a gorgeous banquet!
'Dinna look at it noo, she went on hastily. 'It's yours, dearie, but ye'll gi'e it to Macgreegor when the time comes for him to to gang. Ma grandfayther was a dandy in his way, an' it's a' he left me, though I had great expectations. Gently she pushed the pair of them forth and closed the door.
'Ye're hame suner nor ye intended, said Mrs. Robinson, during tea, which was partaken of without Mr. Robinson, who was 'extra busy' over munitions. 'Was Miss Tod wantin' ye? 'Macgreegor was wantin' her, piped Jimsie. 'So was I. 'Whisht, Jimsie, Jeannie murmured, blushing more than Christina. 'We jist got hame frae Rothesay last nicht, said Mrs.
'I'm off, said Macgregor but his arm was gripped. The girl turned. 'Hullo, she said coolly; 'still livin'? Catching sight of Macgregor, she giggled. It was not an unpleasing giggle. Lean girls cannot produce it. 'This is Private Macgreegor Robi'son, said Willie, unabashed. She smiled and held out her hand. After a moment she said to Willie: 'Are ye no gaun to tell him ma name, stupid?
But no frae me, Macgreegor, no frae me! Ye believe that? 'Oh, ay. Willie let off sundry curses. 'But I suppose I'm to blame, he said bitterly. 'Naebody to blame but masel'. 'But did ye no explain to Christina? A' ye did was to canoodle wi' the wrang girl, pro tem. a thing that happens daily.
On the other hand, Christina was undoubtedly a 'clinker' in her way, and Willie could do with more hospitality like hers. Well, there was no saying what might happen if she were free and Macgregor attached to another girl. . . . 'What are ye gaun to dae the nicht, Macgreegor? he repeated, rousing himself as well as his friend. 'Dear knows, came the dreary answer.
Now and then Macgregor chuckled with moderate heartiness. 'Enjoyin' yersel'? she said in a chocolate whisper, close to his ear. 'So, so. 'Ye're like me. I prefer the serious picturs. Real life an' true love for me! Ha'e a sweetie? Oh, ye're smokin'. As I was sayin', ye're a queer lad, Macgreegor. She leaned against his arm.
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