Sandie went to the little dogcart and produced a box, and Maggie May’s eyes sparkled as she opened it and took therefrom a charming and well-filled cartridge-belt.
Of course she tried it on at once, and it fitted her nicely, and became her very much.
“And my little gift,” said Willie, presenting a little box. It contained a pair of beautiful earrings, that Maggie May thought must have cost a small fortune, so studded with precious stones were they.
About this moment Maggie May was probably the happiest girl in the parish.
Presently Mackenzie himself came in, then conversation became general.
“What think you of the weather?” said Sandie at last.
“I’ll tell you what it is,” answered the minister, “before twenty-four hours are over there will be a slight fall of snow and no wind.”
“Hurrah!” cried Sandie.
“I know why you cry ‘Hurrah!’ You’re thinking about the white hares!”