“The Domine——”
“Wha’s minding the Domine here? Are you mair feared for him, than for your wife?”
Then Ruleson, with his great hearty laugh, pulled a chair to his side, and said, “Sit down, Margot. I’m mair afraid of you, than I am of any man living. I’m trem’ling wi’ fear o’ you, right now, and I’m just going to disobey the Domine, for your sake. What will ye gie me, if I break a promise for your sake?”
“I’ll keep my promise to you, and say naething anent your transgression. What kind o’ a prize could they gie to them babies i’ the infant class—nane o’ them five years auld? Did you see it?”
“Ay, I unpacked it.”
“Was it a rattle, set wi’ wee bells?”
“Naething o’ the kind. It was a big doll, bonnily dressed, and a little trunk fu’ o’ mair claes, and a full set o’ doll cheena, and a doll bed and night claes; wonderfu’, complete. My goodness! Whoever gets it will be the proud wee lassie.”
“Little Polly Craig will be getting it, o’ course. Who chose the presents?”
“I’m thinking it was the Domine and the schoolmaster’s wife.”