'Oh, whisht, Miss Tod!' cried Christina. 'Ye'll cause him to blush.' Which was rather a mean way of diverting attention from her own complexion.
However, at that moment the bell rang, and exclaiming, 'Anither boom in trade!' she darted into the shop.
The customer seemed to be in a great hurry, for almost immediately she reappeared in the sitting-room. She was smiling and carried a small package in her hand.
'Guess wha it was,' said she.
'The meenister,' replied Miss Tod, who for some mysterious reason always guessed the reverend gentleman, who happened to be a customer.
'On the contrary,' said Christina.
'Wullie Thomson,' said Macgregor, suddenly remembering the borrowed threepence.
'Up dux! Ye deserve a sweetie.' She presented the bag, open.
'What sort are they?'
He laughed and answered—'War Loan Lozengers.'