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Updated: May 31, 2025
'Here's a letter! cried Jimsie, extracting a half-sheet of white paper from the crumpled brown, and giving it to his dear Christina. In bold, untidy writing she read 'With fondest love from Maggie. 'It's a peety Macgreegor didna see his intended the nicht, Mr. Robinson observed when his son, after a couple of hours at the parental hearth, had gone to bed, 'but we canna help trains bein' late.
'Macgreegor no here? he demanded, and looked astounded. 'No, answered Christina, without laying down the book she had been trying to read. 'Jist left ye? 'No. 'When did ye see him? 'This morning. 'Gor! I could ha'e bet onything I wud ha'e catched him here. He had jist left the hoose when I 'Why are you so excited? she coldly inquired. 'Me? I'm no excited. Jist been canoodlin' wi' ma aunt.
'Hoo daur ye! she cried, forgetting her 'fine English' as well as her haughty pose. 'If it was true, it wud mean that ye've been judgin' me unfair, kennin' it was unfair, an' I'll never believe ye wud dae that. . . . So, Christina dear, listen to me an' gi'e me a chance. 'Oh, what's the use, she sighed with sudden weariness, 'what's the use o' pretendin', Macgreegor? 'Wha's pretendin'? 'You!
After a dismal pause, Willie inquired: 'Could ye no get her to leave the cream cookies oot o' her programme, Macgreegor? Macgregor looked dubious. 'She's gey saft on them hersel', an' she micht be offendit if we refused them. Of course they dinna scoot up the sleeve every time. 'Oh! more hopefully. 'Whiles they explode doon the waistcoat I mean tunic. 'That's enough! wailed Willie.
'If ye say a nicht, I'll try for it; but I canna be sure o' gettin' a late pass. He was less uncertain when making appointments with Christina. And Mr. Robinson once more blundered and caused his son to blush by saying: 'He wud rayther spend the evenin' wi' his intended eh, Macgreegor? 'But she's to be invited! Lizzie cried triumphantly. 'So there ye are!
His geniality was not fully restored until, at the end of the meal, Christina laid a box of superior cigarettes between her two guests. 'May I drap deid in five meenutes, he declared, 'if ever I was treated like this afore! Macgreegor, ye're jist a damp lucky deevil! 'Oh, whisht! said Christina smiling. 'Ye should get a girl, Wullie, Macgregor remarked with the air of an old married man.
Come ben, come ben. There's jist Macgreegor left, an' he hasna consumed absolutely everything. I'll get ye a cup o' fresh tea in a jiffy. Smiling faintly but kindly, Miss Tod greeted Macgregor, apologized for disturbing him, and subsided into her old chair. 'Oh, I'm thenkfu' to be hame, she sighed, while Christina flew to her hospitable duties. 'Ye've got the room awfu' nice, dearie.
You went out into the hall to get an inspiration, I suppose then you came in again with a muffler tied round your neck and looked silly, and the others were supposed to guess that you were "Wee MacGreegor."
I treated ye ill aboot the enlistin'. But I wasna gaun to enlist to please you, nor ma aunt, neither. He rose slowly and picked up his shabby jacket. 'But, by , I'll enlist to please masel'! He held out his hand. 'There it is, if ye want it, Macgreegor. . . . Ha'e ye a match? Weel, show a licht. Is ma nose queer-like?
'It's a dashed bad habit, Macgreegor. Dinna let it grow on ye. If naebody saved up, everybody wud be weel aff. . . . Aweel, what maun be maun be. And, groaning, Private Thomson drew forth a packet which his friend had 'stood' him the previous day. 'Regairdin' this tea pairty, he resumed, 'are ye supposed to eat a' ye can an' leave what ye canna if there's onything to leave?
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