“Canna ye come ower, Donal?” said Nicie. “Here’s Miss Galbraith wants to speir ye a quest’on.”
Donal was across in a moment, for here the water was nowhere over a foot or two in depth.
“Oh, Donal! you’ve wet your feet!” cried Ginevra.
Donal laughed.
“What ill ’ill that dee me, mem?”
“None, I hope,” said Ginny; “but it might, you know.”
“I micht hae been droont,” said Donal.
“Nicie,” said Ginny, with dignity, “your brother is laughing at me.”
“Na, na, mem,” said Donal, apologetically. “I was only so glaid to see you an’ Nicie ’at I forgot my mainners.”
“Then,” returned Ginny, quite satisfied, “would you mind telling me what book you were reading?”