'Me?' she murmured—and shook her head. 'Ye're ower young, Mac,' she said, gently.
'I'm a year aulder nor you . . . Christina, let's get engaged afore I gang—say ye will!'
She moved a little way up the counter and became engrossed in the lurid cover of a penny novel. He moved also until he was directly opposite.
'Christina! . . . Yer third finger is aboot the same as ma wee yin.'
'Ay; but ye needna remind me o' ma clumsy han's.'
'Play fair,' he said. 'Will ye tak' the ring?'
'I dinna ken, Mac.'
But her hand was in his.
Too soon they heard Miss Tod stirring in the back room.
'If ye spend mair nor a pound on a ring,' said Christina, 'I'll reconsider ma decision!'