“Like enou’, but he’ll be fain to hear about the doings last night, and he’ll be pleased concerning Faith getting a sweetheart. I doubt if she deserves the same.”
“Mither! Dinna say that. The puir lassie!”
“Puir lassie indeed! Her feyther left her forty 91 pounds a year, till she married, and then the principal to do as she willed wi’. I dinna approve o’ women fretting and fearing anent naething.”
“But if they hae the fret and fear, what are they to do wi’ it, Mither?”
“Fight it. Fighting is better than fearing. Weel, tak’ care o’ yoursel’ and mind every word that you say.”
“I’m going by the cliffs on the sea road.”
“That will keep you langer.”
“Ay, but I’ll no require to mind my words. I’ll meet naebody on that road to talk wi’.”
“I would not say that much.”
A suspicion at once had entered Margot’s heart. “I wonder,” she mused, as she watched Christine out of sight—“I wonder if she is trysted wi’ Angus Ballister on the cliff road. Na, na, she would hae told me, whether or no, she would hae told me.”