“There he is, over by Sam Gilfillan.”
“I see him. I hope you enjoyed your ride; I did. I’m going to find Jeanie now.”
She was not long in seeking Jeanie out, and she quickly drew her to one side. “I want to show you something, Jeanie. Come over here.” She was so dimpling with repressed amusement that Jeanie followed, wondering. “Do you see that man over by the sycamore tree?” she asked. “The one talking to Sam Gilfillan, I mean.”
“Yes, I see him. It is David Campbell. How do you come to know him?”
“I don’t know him. He’s the one, Jeanie.”
“The one? What?”
“That you are to marry. Isn’t he just as I described?”
“Oh, Agnes!” Jeanie turned scarlet. “You naughty girl.”
“Well, then, he is. Not so very tall, sandy hair, blue eyes, quiet. What have you to say?”
“That you are a witch.”