'Her! She's fat when ye're close to her. Come on! I'll introjuice ye.'
'Thenk ye! I'm no takin' ony.'
'Jist for fun. I want to see her face when she sees me again.'
'Weel, I'll no prevent ye. So long.' At that moment the girl was held up at a busy crossing.
'Hullo, Maggie!' said Willie pertly.
'I'm off,' said Macgregor—but his arm was gripped.
The girl turned. 'Hullo,' she said coolly; 'still livin'?' Catching sight of Macgregor, she giggled. It was not an unpleasing giggle. Lean girls cannot produce it.
'This is Private Macgreegor Robi'son,' said Willie, unabashed.
She smiled and held out her hand. After a moment she said to
Willie: 'Are ye no gaun to tell him ma name, stupid?'
'I forget it, except the Maggie.'