J. J. Bell

“ And Christina, her self-command giving way, let out a loud, long, hysterical cackle. For a few moments there was a dead silence in the shop, and then Miss Purvis and Mr. Baldwin laughed far louder than before. Christina hid her hot, angry face against the back of the chair. People who could laugh like that could not possibly be in love. ”

“ I am not expecting anybody—to tea, Christina," slowly replied Miss Purvis, avoiding her niece's gaze. "What a beautiful afternoon it is," she added hastily. "Are you not going a walk this afternoon, Christina? The fine weather will soon be over, and you ought to take advantage of it. Really, you ought."
Christina eyed her aunt steadily, but said nothing.
"I don't know when I saw such a beautiful afternoon," the spinster continued nervously. "It is really remarkable for the time of year. It is almost a sin to waste it indoors. It is indeed! ”

“ Christina regarded the top of her aunt's head with profound suspicion for nearly a minute. Then she said—
"It's ower warm for walkin'. I'll jist gang an' sit on the pier till the boat comes in."
Miss Purvis suppressed a groan. "Don't you think it would be much nicer up the loch?" she said feebly.
"Na," Christina returned firmly, adding, "I think I'll pit on ma guid things."
A frantic rustling of papers was the only response.
"I'm sayin', auntie, I think I'll put on ma guid things."
"Don't be absurd, child!" said the spinster irritably. "Why should you put on your good clothes to-day?" ”