speirin' at me if I was prepared to meet ma Maker, maybe wantin' a
leg. Oh, I was rale vexed for her, I tell ye, but when she took
the mattress aff ma bed to protect her sewin' machine frae bombs, I
says to masel': 'If I've got to dee, I wud like to dae it as
comfortable as I can, an' I'm sure ma Maker'll no objec' to
that . . . an' so, at last, I jist tied up ma things in the broon paper,
an' said I had enjoyed masel' fine, but was anxious aboot the
shop--a terrible falsehood, dearie!--an' gaed to catch the sax
o'clock train, an' catched the yin afore it. . . . An' here I am.
I wud ha'e let ye enjoy yer pairty in peace, but what wi' the
forebodin's o' ma auld frien' an' the scent o' the hens an' pigs, I
could thole nae longer.'

'In short,' Christina brightly remarked, 'ye was completely fed up.
Weel, weel, ye'll sune forget aboot yer troubles in the joys o'
pursuin' pastries. We'll fetch the table close to ye so as ye can
fall to wi'oot unduly streetchin' yer neck. Mac, get busy! Toast
this cookie.'

'She's a great manager,' Miss Tod said, smiling to Macgregor. 'But
she'll mak' ye a rael guid wife when ye come back frae the wars----'

'Oh, whisht, Miss Tod!' cried Christina. 'Ye'll cause him to
blush.' Which was rather a mean way of diverting attention from
her own complexion.

However, at that moment the bell rang, and exclaiming, 'Anither
boom in trade!' she darted into the shop.

The customer seemed to be in a great hurry, for almost immediately