'My! ye're gettin' quite forward-like,' she said, with that pleasant giggle of hers.
'High time!' said he, recklessly.
After tea they went west and sat in the park. It was a lovely, hazy evening.
'Wud ye rayther be in a pictur' hoose, Maggie?'
'What's a pictur' hoose to be compared wi' this? If Heaven's like this, I'm prepared to dee.' With three rose-flavoured jujubes in her mouth, she sighed and nestled against him.
In silence his arm went round her waist.
* * * * *
While waiting for the car back to camp he wrote on a picture postcard—'Cocoanut received with thanks. I wish I was dead,'—and dropped it into a pillar box.
About the same hour, in the billet, Willie was disposing of the cocoa-nut by raffle, tickets one penny each.
'A queer-like present to get frae yer aunt,' said some one.