'That's no what I meant. Christina wud never put up wi' Macgreegor lookin' at anither lass.'
'Weemen was born jealous; but it's guid for them.'
'John Robi'son! ha'e ye the face to tell me ye wud approve o'
Macgreegor cairryin' on wi' anither lass when he's engaged to
Christina?'
'Of course I wudna exac'ly approve o' it.' Mr. Robinson scratched his head. 'But surely ye're raisin' an awfu' excitement ower a pair o' socks.'
'It wasna the socks, ye stupid: it was the fondest love!'
John laughed again, but less boisterously,
'Maggie's no blate, whaever she is. Did ye no speir at Macgreegor aboot her?'
'Oh, man! ha'e ye nae sense?' I jist tied up the paircel again an' left it on his bed.'
'Weel, that ends it,' John said comfortably. 'But'—with a wink—'let it be a lesson to ye never to tamper wi' yer son's correspondence. Ye're pretty sure to find mair nor ye expec'.'
Mrs. Robinson clasped her hands. 'Oh, dear! hoo can ye joke aboot it? What if Christina breaks her engagement.'