"There is one for each," he said, handing them to his mother.
"Here, Hughie," she replied, "speak to your cousin Maimie." Hughie went up shyly to his cousin and offered a grimy hand.

Maimie, looking at the ragged little figure, could hardly hide her disgust as she took the dirty, sticky little hand very gingerly in her fingers.

But Hughie was determined to do his duty to the full, even though Ranald was present, and shaking his cousin's hand with great heartiness, he held up his face to be kissed.

He was much surprised, and not a little relieved, when Maimie refused to notice his offer and turned to look at Ranald.
She found him scanning her with a straight, searching look, as if seeking to discover of what sort she was.

She felt he had noticed her shrinking from Hughie, and was annoyed to find herself blushing under his keen gaze.