“Well, I shan’t marry now anyhow.”
“Have ye refused somebody?”
“Oh well—there was someone—who went away—went to America—who was coming back to see me when he came back——”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Well, you see, he’s handed in his checks.”
“Eh, my dear—I don’t understand,” said Miss Haddie thwarted and frowning.
“Aw,” said Miriam, jabbing the table, “kicked the bucket.”
“My dear child, you use such strange language—I can’t follow ye.”
“Oh well, you see, he went to America. It was in New York. I heard about it in January. He caught that funny illness. You know. Influenza—and died.”
“Eh, my poor dear child, I’m very sorry for ye. Ye do seem to have troubles.”