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very nice boy, and we are all fond of him; but he is just a boy; he is Hughie's great friend."
"A boy, is he?" laughed Aleck. "That may be, but he is very fond of you, whatever, and indeed, I don't wonder at that. Anybody would be," he added, boldly.
"You don't know a bit about it," said Maimie, with cheeks glowing.
"About what?"
"About Ranald and—and—what you said."
"What I said? About being fond of you? Indeed, I know all about that. The boys are all broke up, not to speak of myself."
This was going a little too fast for Maimie. She knew nothing, as yet, of the freedom of country banter. She was new to the warfare, but she was not going to lower her flag or retreat. She changed the subject. "Your team must have been very tired."
"Tired!" exclaimed Aleck, "not a bit. They will go home like birds. Come along with me, and you will see."
Maimie gasped. "I—" she hesitated, glanced past Aleck, blushed, and stammered.
Aleck turned about quickly and saw Ranald staring at Maimie. "Oh," he said, banteringly, "I see. You would not be allowed."
"Allowed!" echoed Maimie. "And why not, pray? Who will hinder me?"
But Aleck only shrugged his shoulders and looked at Ranald, who passed on to his place at the table,
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