'Dear knows,' came the dreary answer. 'I think I'll awa' back to the camp.' Yet if he did not greatly desire Willie's company, he desired his own less.
'Cheer up for ony favour,' said Willie. 'If I could afford it, I wud stan' ye a feed.'
The hint was not taken, and they strolled on, aimlessly so far as
Macgregor was concerned.
About six o'clock, and while they were passing a large drapery warehouse, Willie gave his friend a violent nudge and hoarsely whispered:
'Gor! See thon!'
'What?'
'Thon girl!'—pointing to a damsel in a dark skirt and pink blouse, who had just emerged from the warehouse.
'What aboot her?' said Macgregor impatiently,
'It's her—the fat yin—the girl I burst the twa bob on!'
'She's no that fat,' Macgregor remarked without interest. Then suddenly—'Here! What are ye efter?'