“take care! I am a soldier since you had your saucy way with me. You know that the military are not to be dealt with lightly. And I am grown up in these three years.”

“Grown soberer, perhaps. You always did conduct like a pious Broad-brim, Euan.”

“I’ve a mind to kiss you now,” said I, vexed.

“Kiss away, kind sir. You have me in the rear o! them. Now’s your opportunity!”

“Doubtless you’d cry out.”

“Doubtless I wouldn’t.”

“Wait for some moonlit evening when we’re unobserved “Broad-brim!”

I laughed, and so did she, saying: