“Let me down,” she said feebly.
He did so, but kept his arm round her. She gave a deep sigh, and gazed bewildered. When she saw him, she smiled.
“With you, Gibbie!” she murmured. “—But they will be after us!”
“They shall not touch you,” signified Gibbie.
“What was it all about?” she asked.
Gibbie spelled on his fingers,
“Because I offered to give you Glashruach, if your father would let you marry Donal.”
“Gibbie! how could you?” she cried almost in a scream, and pushing away his arm, turned from him and tried to run, but after two steps, tottered to the lamp-post, and leaned against it—with such a scared look!
“Then come with me and be my sister, Ginevra, and I will take care of you,” spelled Gibbie. “I can do nothing to take care of you while I can’t get near you.”
“Oh, Gibbie! nobody does like that,” returned Ginevra, “—else I should be so glad!”