“Aweel, Chairles, it will no be for lang.”
“I don't know; you will not be so unhappy as I shall—at least I hope not.”
“Hoow do ye ken that?”
“Christie, do you remember the first night we danced together?”
“Ay.”
“And we walked in the cool by the seaside, and I told you the names of the stars, and you said those were not their real names, but nicknames we give them here on earth. I loved you that first night.”
“And I fancied you the first time I set eyes on you.”
“How can I leave you, Christie? What shall I do?”
“I ken what I shall do,” answered Christie coolly; then, bursting into tears, she added, “I shall dee! I shall dee!”
“No! you must not say so; at least I will never love any one but you.”