"'Advanced women don't marry, sir, she said,'" were the first words that passed through Mona's mind, but she paraphrased them. "We don't marry now," she said. "It's gone out of fashion."
The muscles of Auntie Bell's face relaxed.
"Hoot awa'," she said. "Wait ye till a braw young man comes alang——"
"You will dance at my wedding then, won't you?"
"That will I!" and Auntie Bell executed a momentary pas seul on the spot.
She stopped abruptly and drew down her brows with all her former gravity.
"I hope ye're cliver," she said.
"Thank you. As folks go nowadays, I think I am pretty fair."
"Ye had need be, wi' a faither like yon."
"Ah," said Mona with sudden gravity, "I was not thinking of him. I am not clever as he was."