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Willie, who always tried to make the best of things, insults not excepted, approached presently with a hopeful appeal for a loan. 'Gang to blazes! was the response. Willie could scarce believe his ears. 'Macgreegor! did she no cough up onything? Macgregor walked on. 'An' she fancies hersel' for a swell! exclaimed Willie viciously. 'Anither word an' I'll knock the face aff ye!
'Neither breeks nor kilts, he declared heavily, 'can cover deceit. Ye're under age, Macgreegor. Ye're but eichteen! 'Nineteen, Uncle Purdie. 'Eh? An' when was ye nineteen? 'This mornin'. Mr. Purdie's hand went to his mouth in time to stop a guffaw. Presently he soberly inquired what his nephew's parents had said on the matter. 'I ha'ena tell't them yet. 'Ah, that's bad.
'That was nice, commented Lizzie, twirling the thread round the stitching of a button. He got up, went to the window, looked out, possibly for inspiration, and came back with a little box in his hand. 'That's what I done, he said, dropped it on her sewing, and strolled to the window again. After a long time, as it seemed, he felt her gaze and heard her voice. 'Macgreegor, are ye in earnest?
It made Macgregor think of a big dog searching for its master only it wore a helmet. Macgregor, setting his teeth, drew his rifle between his knees and unfixed the bayonet. . . . 'Hist! Is that you, Macgreegor? 'Wullie! 'Whisht, ye ! 'Oh, Wullie' in a whisper 'I'm gled to see ye! 'I believe ye! gasped Willie, and flattened out at his friend's side, breathing heavily.
'Weel, I accep' yer apology. Can ye len' us thruppence? I want to purchase some War Loan. . . . By Jings, ye're no a bad sort, Macgreegor. . . . Hoo dae ye think I behaved masel'? 'No that bad. 'Weel, I want ye to tell her I ha'end enjoyed masel' sae much since ma Uncle Peter's funeral, ten year back. 'Tell her yersel'. Willie pocketed a few of the superior cigarettes, and rose.
'Begnet wark! I'll bet ye fifty fags I get a dizzen Turks on ma begnet afore ye get twa on yours! Macgregor let the boastful irrelevance pass. 'I wonder, he said, thoughtfully, 'if we'll get extra leave afore we gang. 'Plenty o' leave! Keep yer mind easy, Macgreegor. It's a million in gold to a rotten banana we never get a bash at onybody.
'I prefer no to wait where I'm no welcome, she said in a deeply offended tone, and made to rise. He caught her plump arm. 'Wha said ye wasna welcome? Eat yer sweeties an' dinna talk nonsense. If ye want to see the rest o' the picturs, I'm on. I've naething else to dae the nicht. After a slight pause. 'Dae ye want me to bide Macgreegor? 'I'm asking ye. She sighed. 'Ye're a queer lad.
Willie gave him a grostesque wink, and observed: 'I believe ye're feart to gang into Glesca noo. Oh, they weemen! 'If ye hadna a face for pies already, I wud gi'e ye yin! 'Ah, but ye daurna strike a man that's been wounded in his country's service. Aw, gor, I wisht I had never enlisted! What country's worth a mug like this? . . . Which girl are ye maist feart for, Macgreegor?
'Macgreegor has been a frien' o' mines since he was a gey wee laddie, she said, 'an' I'm rael prood to ha'e had his intended in ma hoose. I'll never forget neither o' ye. If I had had a laddie o' ma ain, I couldna ha'e wished him to dae better nor Macgreegor has done in every way. Abruptly she pressed something into Christina's hand and closed the girl's fingers upon it.
'Letters! What aboot the bet? 'Awa' an' chase yersel'! Are ye no gaun to drap a line to yer aunt? 'No dashed likely! She's never sent the postal order I asked her for. If I had got it, I wud ha'e payed what I'm owin' ye, Macgreegor. By heavens, I wud! I'll tak' ma oath I 'Aweel, never heed aboot that, Macgregor said, soothingly. 'Send her a post caird an' let me get peace for three meenutes.
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