'You!' he replied more boldly than brightly.

'My! ye're gettin' quite forward-like,' she said, with that
pleasant giggle of hers.

'High time!' said he, recklessly.

After tea they went west and sat in the park. It was a lovely,
hazy evening.

'Wud ye rayther be in a pictur' hoose, Maggie?'

'What's a pictur' hoose to be compared wi' this? If Heaven's like
this, I'm prepared to dee.' With three rose-flavoured jujubes in
her mouth, she sighed and nestled against him.

In silence his arm went round her waist.

* * * * *

While waiting for the car back to camp he wrote on a picture
postcard--'Cocoanut received with thanks. I wish I was dead,'--and
dropped it into a pillar box.

About the same hour, in the billet, Willie was disposing of the
cocoa-nut by raffle, tickets one penny each.

'A queer-like present to get frae yer aunt,' said some one.