Her very sweetest smile was reserved for the most stubborn cases, and she gave it him now. But her voice though gentle was quite firm. “If ye want to please me, Macgreegor, ye’ll no’ wait the nicht.”
He was conquered. She nodded kindly and entered the doorway.
“Guidbye, Jessie Mary,” he murmured, and turned away.
There were no other customers in the shop. Jessie Mary took a seat at the counter. The young man, stroking his moustache, gave her a good-evening tenderly.
“I’m to get to the dance,” she said, solemnly.
The young man’s hand fell to his side. “Wi’ me?” he cried, very eagerly.
“I ha’ena made up ma mind yet, Peter. I want a pair o’ kippers—the biggest ye’ve got.”