"Eh!" laughed Janet, looking up into my face, "did ye see yon? Maggie blushed! Aw wudna wonder if she has a notion o' the Mester!"
"How could she help it, Jan?" I said. "Why, you'll be hopelessly in love with me yourself in a couple of years, you besom!"
She stared before her vacantly for a little.
"Aw did have a notion o' you when ye cam first," she said slowly.
I put my arm round her neck.
"You dear kid!" I said.
She smiled up in my face.
"Ye had that bonny striped tie on then," she said artlessly.
I pulled her hair.
"Ye shud marry Maggie Tamson," she said after a pause.