“Not if I tell you that I am both ready and willing to take the child and bring him up as my own?”
“He wouldna be yer ain!”
“Quite as much as yours!”
“Hardly,” she returned, with a curious little laugh. “But, as I daur say my father tellt ye, I canna believe ye lo’e God wi’ a’ yer hert.”
“Dare you say that for yourself, Margaret?”
“No; but I do want to love God wi’ my whole hert. Mr. Bletherwick, are ye a rael Christian? Or are ye sure ye’re no a hypocreet? I wad like to ken. But I dinna believe ye ken yersel!”
“Well, perhaps I do not. But I see there is no occasion to say more!”
“Na, nane,” answered Maggie.
He lifted his hat, and turned away to the coach-office.