POPPING THE QUESTION.
If they had a good deal to say, they were very long of beginning. Bell’s wires went faster than ever—they actually made a clicking sound; and her heart went even faster than her wires. But David’s honest heart went faster than either; he looked sideways, then downwards, and fidgeted, for his
“Heart it went dunt upon dunt,
Till he thocht every dunt it wad crack it.”
At length he said, “I’m a’ sweatin’,” which was a mild way of putting it, for he was glowing and tingling from head to foot.
Bell looked fixedly, stolidly, at the stocking she was knitting, but she uttered not a word.
At length David summoned courage to say:
“Will Mrs. Barrie really gang after anither servant the morn, d’ye think, Bell?”
“She’s a woman o’ her word; she aye does what she says.”
“Weel, Bell,” said David with a sigh.