'Everybody's terrible kind,' Macgregor observed, when he found himself alone with Christina on the pavement. 'Will ye look at the ring 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. 'I wish 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 glove an' 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 she casually remarked: 'Ma han's gettin' cauld wantin' its glove, Mac.' He seized it joyfully and endeavoured to put the ring on. 'It's ower 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 little too confidently. 'I dinna feel in danger o' collapsin' at present,' she replied, regarding the ring under the lamp they were passing. 'Ye're an extravagant 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 remove the 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,' she proceeded. 'Secondly, ye ha'ena seen ma uncle yet----' 'I'm no feart for him--if ye back me up. Him an' yer aunt'll dae onything ye like.' 'Thirdly, ye ha'e never. . . .' She broke off as they reached the close 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 the sentence was not completed. She freed her hand and stepped within the 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.' She took 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!'