“If he’ll gi’e me the chance.”
“Weel, I’m sure I wish ye the best o’ luck.”
“Then ye think I ought to try?” This with great eagerness.
“If ye’ve made up yer mind it’s for the best,” she answered cautiously.
He had to be satisfied with that. “Will I let ye ken if it comes off?”
She nodded. Then she glanced at her watch.
“Can—can I get walkin’ hame wi’ ye, Christina?” It was out before he knew.
She shook her head. “Uncle said he wud come for me; he had some business up this way. If ye wait a minute, ye’ll see him. I’ll introduce ye. He’ll be interested seein’ ye’re a nephew o’ Mr. Purdie.”
“Oh, I couldna. I best hook it. But, Christina, I can come to-morrow, eh?”
She laughed. “I canna prevent ye. But I’ll no’ be here in the afternoon. Uncle’s takin’ auntie an’ me to a matinée, an’ I’ll no’ be back much afore six.”