“Eh! wasna she a cankered fairy?” said Norman, taking Rosie’s fair face between his hands. “Graeme had enough ado with you, I can tell you.”
“And with you, too. Never heed him, Rosie,” said Graeme, smiling at her darling.
“I used to admire Graeme’s patience on the ‘Steadfast’,” said Harry.
“I did that before the days of the ‘Steadfast,’” said Arthur.
Rosie pouted her pretty lips.
“I must have been an awful creature.”
“Oh! awful,” said Norman.
“A spoilt bairn, if ever there was one,” said Harry. “I think I see you hiding your face, and refusing to look at any of us.”
“I never thought Graeme could make anything of you,” said Norman.
“Graeme has though,” said the elder sister, laughing. “I wouldna give my bonny Scottish Rose, for all your western lilies, Norman.”