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  IV

  THE RING

  'Wha' was chasin' ye?' Christina inquired, as Macgregor camebreathless to the counter, which she was tidying up for the night.

  'I was feart I was gaun to be late.' he panted.

  'I wud ha'e excused ye under the unique circumstances,' she saidgraciously. 'Sit doon an' recover yer puff.'

  He took the chair, saying: 'It was Wullie Thomson. He's awa' toenlist.'

  'Wullie Thomson! Weel, that's a bad egg oot the basket. Hoo didye manage it, Mac?'

  'It wasna me,' Macgregor replied, not a little regretfully. 'He'senlistin' to please hissel'. He says he's fed up wi' his aunt.'

  'She's been feedin' him up for a lang while, puir body. But ye'rea queer lad,' she said softly, 'the way ye stick to a fushionlesscharacter like him. I was tellin' Miss Tod,' she continued,'aboot----'

  'Oor engagement!' he burst out, scarlet.

  'Whist, man!--ye've a wild imagination!--aboot ye enlistin'. She'sbeen in a state o' patriotic tremulosity ever since. Dinna besurprised if she tries for to kiss ye.'

  'I wud be mair surprised,' said Macgregor, with unexpectedboldness, 'if you tried it.'

  'Naething could exceed ma ain amazement,' she rejoined, 'if I did.'

  'I've got the ring,' he announced, his hand in his pocket.

  'Order! Remember, I'm still at the receipt o' custom--threebawbees since seeven o'clock.'

  'I hope ye'll like it,' he said, reluctantly withdrawing his handempty. 'Miss Tod canna hear us, can she?'

  'Ye never can tell what a spinster'll hear when she's interested.At present she's nourishin' hersel' on tea--her nineteenth cup forthe day; but she'll be comin' shortly to embrace ye an' shut theshop. I micht as weel get on ma hat. . . . An' 'what did yerparents say to ye?'

  'They said ye was an awfu' nice, clever, bonny, handsome lassie----'

  'Tit, tit! Aboot the enlistin', I meant. But I'll no ask ye that.They wud be prood, onyway.'

  'Ma uncle's raised ma wages, an' they're to be payed a' the timeI'm awa'.'

  'Shakespeare! That's a proper uncle to ha'e! But dinna be temptedto stop awa' till ye're a millionaire. Oh, here's Miss Tod. Keepcalm. She'll no bite ye.'

  The little elderly woman who entered had made the acquaintance ofMacgregor in his early courting days, especially during the periodwherein he had squandered his substance in purchases of innumerableand unnecessary lead pencils, etcetera, doubtless with a view toacquiring merit in her eyes as well as in her assistant's.

  She now proceeded to hold his hand, patting it tenderly, while shemurmured 'brave lad' over and over again, to his exquisiteembarrassment.

  'But ye'll bate the nesty Rooshians, dearie--I meant for to say theProoshians, Christina--an' ye'll come marchin' hame a conductor oran inspector, or whatever they ca' it, wi' medals on yer breist an'riches in yer purse----'

  'An' rings on his fingers an' bells----'

  'Noo, noo, lassie, ye're no to mak' fun o' me! Whaur's his case?'

  Christina handed her an aluminium cigarette case--the best in theshop--and she presented it to Macgregor, saying: 'Ye're no to gangan' hurt yer health wi' smokin'; but when ye tak' a ceegarette,ye'll maybe gi'e a thocht to an auld body that'll be rememberin'ye, baith mornin' an' nicht.'

  'If he smokes his usual, he'll be thinkin' o' ye every twintymeenutes,' remarked the girl, and drawing on her gloves, she cameround to the door in order to close an interview which threatenedto become lugubrious for all parties.

  * * * * *

  'Everybody's terrible kind,' Macgregor observed, when he foundhimself alone with Christina on the pavement. 'Will ye look at thering noo?'

  She shook her head and stepped out briskly.

  After a little while he revived. 'I hope ye'll like it, Christina.It's got pearls on it. I hope it'll fit ye.' A long pause. 'Iwish ye wud say something.'

  'What'll I say?'

  'Onything. I never heard ye dumb afore.'

  'Maybe I'm reformin'.'

  'Christina!'

  'That's ma name, but ye needna tell everybody.'

  'Dinna tease. We--we ha'e awfu' little time. Tak' aff yer glovean' try the ring. Naebody'll notice. Ye can look at it later on.'

  'I'm no in the habit o' acceptin' rings frae young men.'

  'But--but we're engaged.'

  'That's news, but I doobt it's no official.'

  'At least we're near engaged. Say we are, Christina.'

  'This is most embarrassing, Mr. Robinson.'

  'Aw, Christina!' said the boy, helplessly.

  She let him remain in silent suspense for several minutes, until,in fact, they turned into the quiet street of her abode. Then shecasually remarked:

  'Ma han's gettin' cauld wantin' its glove, Mac.'

  He seized it joyfully and endeavoured to put the ring on. 'It'sower wee!' he cried, aghast.

  'That's ma middle finger.'

  It fitted nicely. Triumphantly he exclaimed: '_Noo_ we're engaged!'

  She had no rejoinder ready.

  'Ye can tak' ma arm, if ye like,' he said presently, just a littletoo confidently.

  'I dinna feel in danger o' collapsin' at present,' she replied,regarding the ring under the lamp they were passing. 'Ye're anextravagant thing!' she went on. 'I hope ye got it on appro.'

  'What--dae ye no like it?'

  'I like the feel o' it,' she admitted softly, 'an' it's real bonny;but ye--ye shouldna ha'e done it, Mac.' She made as if to removethe ring.

  He caught her hand. 'But we're engaged!'

  'Ye're ower sure o' that,' she said a trifle sharply.

  He stared at her.

  'Firstly, I never said I wud tak' the ring for keeps,' sheproceeded. 'Secondly, ye ha'ena seen ma uncle yet----'

  'I'm no feart for him--if ye back me up. Him an' yer aunt'll daeonything ye like.'

  'Thirdly, ye ha'e never. . . .' She broke off as they reached theclose leading to her home.

  'What ha'e I no done, Christina?'

  'Never heed. . . . Leave go ma finger.'

  'Will ye keep the ring?'

  'Hoo can I keep the ring when ye ha'e never. . .' Again thesentence was not completed. She freed her hand and stepped withinthe close.

  'Tell me, an' I'll dae it, Christina,' he cried.

  She shook her head, smiling rather ruefully.

  'Tell me,' he pleaded.

  'I canna--an' maybe ye wouldna like me ony better if I could.' Shetook off the ring and with a wistful glance at it offered it to him.

  He took it, and before she knew, it was on her finger again.

  'Ye've jist got to keep it!' he said, desperately. 'An' Christina,I--I'm gaun to kiss ye!'

  'Oh, mercy!'

  But he had none. . . .

  'Are we engaged or no?' he whispered at last.

  'Let me get ma breath.'

  'Hurry up!'

  She laughed, though her eyes were wet. 'Oh, dear,' she murmured,'I never thought I wud get engaged wi'oot a--a . . .'

  'A what?'

  Suddenly she leaned forward and touched his cheek. 'Dinna fashyersel', Mac. Bein' in war-time, I suppose the best o' us has gotto dae wi'oot some luxury or ither--sich as a proper High-ClassProposal.'