SHE WILL NOT FORGET
Then all at once Ranald remembered the young man who had behaved so disgracefully in church. "No," he said, firmly, "I must be hurrying home, The cows will be to milk yet."
"Oh, pshaw! you must come," pleaded Hughie. "We will have some singing. I want you to sing bass. Perhaps John 'Aleck' will come in." This was sheer guessing, but it was good bait. But the young man with "his head split in the middle" would be there, and perhaps Maimie would be "going on," with him as she did in the Bible class.
"You will tell your mother I could not come," he said. "Yankee and father are both out, and there will be no one at home."
"Well, I think you are pretty mean," said Hughie, grievously disappointed. "I wanted you to come in, and mother wanted Cousin Harry to see you."
"Cousin Harry?"
"Yes; Maimie's brother came last night, you know, and Maimie is going back with him in two weeks."
"Maimie's brother. Well, well, is that the nice-looking fellow that sat by you?"
"Huh-huh, he is awful nice, and mother wanted—"
"Indeed he looks it, I am sure," Ranald said, with sudden enthusiasm; "I would just like to know him. If I thought Yankee would—"
"Oh, pshaw! Of course Yankee will milk the cows," exclaimed Hughie. "Come on, come on in." And Ranald went to meet one of the great nights of his life.
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