“Jist that,” said Lizzie.
And that was all.
* * * * *
An urgent piece of work had to be done the following afternoon, and he was later than usual, for a Saturday, in getting home. He found his mother preparing to go out, and his father looking strangely perplexed.
“She’s gaun to see yer Aunt Purdie,” said John in a whisper.
Macgregor looked from one to the other, hesitated, and went over to Lizzie. He put his hand on her arm.
“Mither, ye’re no’ to gang. I—I’ll gang masel’.”
Then, indeed, Lizzie Robinson perceived that her boy was in danger of becoming a man.