It is Sunday to-day. I sat reading in the afternoon and a knock came at my bothy door.
"Come in!" I shouted, and Annie walked in.
"Me and Janet and Ellen are going for a walk over the hill, and we thocht you might like to come too."
"Certainly!" I cried, and I threw Shaw's latest volume of plays into the bed.
"Margaret's wi' us too," said Annie as if it were an afterthought.
There was a fight for my arms.
"Annie was first," I said, "and we'll toss up for the other arm."
"Let Margaret get it," said Janet mischievously, and Margaret's nose went almost imperceptibly higher in the air.
"Excellent!" I said, and I took her arm and placed it through mine. Janet and Ellen walked behind, and they sniggered a good deal.