“Why not?”
“Oh, it’s pretty stiffish. I don’t care much if I don’t pass. There’ll be another.”
Good Miss Letty was not very deeply instructed on the subject of exams., so she changed the subject.
“I’ve been a long time away in America, you know,” she said. “I have only just come back.”
“Yes. So I heard.”
Miss Letty looked steadfastly at him. He was a good-looking lad, thin but well made, and delicately featured,—but his eyes were shifty and avoided hers.
“Do you remember me at all, Boy?” she asked very tenderly.
Boy coloured and hesitated.
“I—I think I do,” he said. “I stayed with you in Scotland.”
“Yes. And you used to play with a little boy named Alister McDonald,—do you ever think of him?”