“Oh, dear!” she cried suddenly. “There’s a knock—I feel it in my bones that it’s for me.”
“It’s Delia, Miss,” Norah said, opening the door; “she says as how Miss Clyde thinks you must’ve forgotten how late it is.”
“Look here, Elizabeth,” Alec told her, “you tell Delia to tell your aunt that you simply can’t come now—that the flapjacks are all ready.” And Blue Bonnet obeyed literally.
Supper over, she and Alec went back to the library; where Alec piled the logs high in the great fireplace, and drew the heavy crimson curtains, shutting out the night. He was whistling as he did so, and suddenly Blue Bonnet came toward him.
“Oh,” she cried, “do you know that?”
“Know what?”
“‘All the Blue Bonnets Are Over the Border’?”
By way of answer, Alec turned to the piano and struck a few chords; then, in spite of his hoarseness, he sang with considerable expression—
“‘March! March! Ettrick and Teviotdale!