’Oh,’ he said, ’there are dozens and dozens of similar things, if ever ye care to look at them. It was many a happy morning on the hill, and many a quiet night at home, they gave me; but somehow, lass, now that I look at them, they hardly seem to grip ye fast enough. I want something that will bind ye closer to myself—something that ye can read when you are back in the Highlands—something that is known only to our two selves. Well, now, these things that I have written from time to time—you’re a long way off in them somehow—the Meenie that’s in them is not this actual Meenie, warm and kind and generous and breathing——’ ’And a little bit happy, Ronald, just at present,’ she said, and she took his hand. ’And some day, when I get through with busier work, I must try to write you something for yourself——’ ’But, Ronald, all these pieces you speak of belong to me,’ she said promptly, ’and I want them, every one—every, every one. Yes, and I specially want that letter—if you have not kept it, then you must remember it, and write it out for me again——’ ’I came across it last night,’ said he, with an embarrassed laugh. ’Indeed I don’t wonder you were angry.’ ’I have told you before, Ronald, that I was not angry,’ she said, with a touch of vexation. ’Perhaps I was a little—a little frightened—and scarcely knowing how much you meant——’ ’Well, you know now, Meenie dear; but last night, when I was going over those scraps of things, I can tell you I was inclined to draw back. I kept saying to myself—"What! is she really going to see herself talked about in this way?" For there’s a good deal of love-making in them, Meenie, and that’s a fact; I knew I could say what I liked, since no one would be any the wiser, but, last night, when I looked at some of them, I said—"No; I’m not going to provoke a quarrel with Meenie. She would fling things about, as the American used to say, if she saw all this audacious song-writing about her."’ ’I’ll chance that quarrel, Ronald,’ she answered to this, ’for I want every, every, every one of them; and you must copy them all, for I am going to take them with me when I leave Glasgow.’ ’And, indeed,’ said he, ’you’ll understand them better in the Highlands; for they’re all about Ben Loyal, and the Mudal, and Loch Naver, and Clebrig.’ ’And to think you hid them from me all that time!’ ’Why, Meenie darling, you would have called on the whole population to drive me out of the place if I had shown them to you. Think of the effect produced by a single glance at one of them!—you tortured me for weeks wondering how I had offended you.’ ’Well, you can’t offend me now, Ronald, _that way_,’ said she, very prettily.