a'body yer confidants! But as you say, Mr. Weir,—most kindly, most considerately, most truly, I'm sure,—I have naething to do with it. And I think I'll better be going. I'll be wishing you good evening, Mr. Weir.' And she made him a stately curtsey, shaking as she did so from head to foot, with the barren ecstasy of temper.
Poor Archie stood dumbfounded. She had moved some steps away from him before he recovered the gift of articulate speech.
'Kirstie!' he cried. 'O, Kirstie woman!'
There was in his voice a ring of appeal, a clang of mere astonishment that showed the schoolmaster was vanquished.
She turned round on him. 'What do ye Kirstie me for?' she retorted.
'What have ye to do wi' me! Gang to your ain freends and deave them!'
He could only repeat the appealing 'Kirstie!'
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