Janet shook her head.
"Aw just think she's in love wi' ye," she said simply; "she blushed."
* * *
I went out with my bugle to-night, and I sounded all the old calls. I finished up with "Come for Orders," and I walked slowly down the brae to the farm. Jim Jackson and Dickie Gibson came running up to me.
"Ye played 'Come for Orders!'" panted Jim as he wiped his sweating face with his bonnet.
"We'll soon remedy matters," I laughed, and I played the "Dismiss."
Jim perched himself on a gate.
"We'll hae to fall oot, Dick," he said with mock resignation, "come on and we'll sit here till we get oor wind back." And Dick climbed up beside him.
"How are the lies getting on, Jim?" I asked.