g-out plants--he told me so yesterday--so he'll be able to tell us what he has to spare.'
I spoke in utter forgetfulness--but it only lasted a moment--only, that is to say, till I caught the expression of Geordie's mournful blue eyes--he can make them look so mournful when he likes--fixed upon me in silent reproach.
'Ida,' he said at last, 'what are you thinking of? What's the use?'
'Oh, Dods! oh, dear, dear Doddie!' I cried--I don't think I quite knew what I was saying,--'forgive me. Oh, how silly and unfeeling I seem! Oh, Doddie!'
And then--I am not now ashamed to tell it, for I really had been keeping it in at the cost of a good deal of forcing myself--I just left off trying to be brave or self-controlled or anything, and burst out crying--regular loud crying. I am afraid I almost howled.
George looked at me once more, then for a minute or so he turned away. I am not sure if he was crying, anyway he wasn't howling. But in an instant or