Clergy -- Fiction; Love stories; Scotland -- Fiction
He walked away quickly, but she called after him, "I am coming down. I
have the money," and next moment a snowball hit his hat.
"That is for being cross," she explained, appearing so unexpectedly at
his elbow that he was taken aback. "I had to come close up to you
before I flung it, or it would have fallen over my shoulder. Why are
you so nasty to-day? and, oh, do you know you were speaking to
yourself?"
"You are mistaken," said Gavin, severely. "I was speaking to you."
"You didn't see me till I began to sing, did you?"
"Nevertheless I was speaking to you, or rather, I was saying to myself
what----"
"What you had decided to say to me?" said the delighted gypsy. "Do you
prepare your talk like sermons? I hope you have prepared something
nice for me. If it is very nice I may give you this bunch of holly."
She was dressed as he had seen her previously, but for a cluster of
holly berries at her breast.
"I don't know that you will think it nice," the minister answered,
slowly, "but my duty----"
"If it is about duty," entreated Babbie, "don't say it. Don't, and I
will give you the berries."
She took the berries from her dress, smiling triumphantly the while
like one who had discovered a cure for duty; and instead of pointing
the finger of wrath at her, Gavin stood expectant.
"But no," he said, remembering who he was, and pushing the gift from
him, "I will not be bribed. I must tell you----"
"Now," said the Egyptian, sadly, "I see you are angry with me. Is it
because I said I lived in a tree? Do forgive me for that dreadful
lie."
She had gone on her knees before he could stop her, and was gazing
imploringly at him, with her hands clasped.
"You are mocking me again," said Gavin, "but I am not angry with you.
Only you must understand----"
She jumped up and put her fingers to her ears.
"You see I can hear nothing," she said.
"Listen while I tell you----"
"I don't hear a word. Why do you scold me when I have kept my promise?
If I dared to take my fingers from my ears I would give you the money
for Nanny. And, Mr. Dishart, I must be gone in five minutes."
"In five minutes!" echoed Gavin, with such a dismal face that Babbie
heard the words with her eyes, and dropped her hands.
"Why are you in such haste?" he asked, taking the five pounds
mechanically, and forgetting all that he had meant to say.
"Because they require me at home," she answered, with a sly glance at
her fir. "And, remember, when I run away you must not follow me."
"I won't," said Gavin, so promptly that she was piqued.
"Why not?" she asked. "But of course you only came here for the money.
Well, you have got it. Good-bye."
"You know that was not what I meant," said Gavin, stepping after her.
"I have told you already that whatever other people say, I trust you.
I believe in you, Babbie."
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