the gipsy pot could faintly be distinguished.

Ralph, who had resumed Winsome's hand as a right, pointed it out.
It is strange how quickly pleasant little fashions of that kind
tend to perpetuate themselves!

As Winsome's grandmother would have said, "It's no easy turnin' a
coo when she gets the gate o' the corn."

Winsome looked at the green patch and the dark spot upon it. "Tell
me," she said, looking up at him, "why you ran away that day?"

Ralph Peden was nothing if not frank. "Because," he said, "I
thought you were going to take off your stockings!"

Through the melancholy forebodings which Winsome had so recently
exhibited there rose the contagious blossom of mirth, that never
could be long away even from such a fate-harassed creature as
Winsome Charteris considered herself to be. "Poor fellow," she
said, "you must indeed have been terribly frightened!"

"I was," said Ralph Peden, with conviction. "But I do not think I
should feel quite the same about it now!"

They walked silently to the foot of the Craig Ronald loaning,
where by mutual consent they paused.

Winsome's hand was still in Ralph's. She had forgotten to take it
away. She was, however, still resolved to do her duty.