'Wha's Maggie?'
He was taken aback, but less so than she had expected, and possibly that increased her bitterness.
'She's a girl,' he began.
'I could ha'e guessed that much. What sort o' girl?' she demanded, and wished she had held her tongue.
'She—she's kin' o' fat——'
'Fat!' Christina uttered the word with as much disgust as she would have evinced had she been handed a pound of streaky bacon without the paper. 'How delightful! Anything else in the way of charms?'
'Christina, gi'e me a chance, an' I'll tell ye a' aboot it.'
'Not another word! How long have you enjoyed the young lady's acquaintance?'
'Only a couple o' evenin's, but——'
'Case of love at first sight, I suppose!'