The face of Archie wore the wretched semblance of a smile; hers was convulsed for a moment.
"Promise me ae thing," she cried in a sharp voice.

"Promise me ye'll never do naething without telling me." "No, Kirstie, I canna promise ye that," he replied.

"I have promised enough, God kens!" "May the blessing of God lift and rest upon ye dear!" she said.
"God bless ye, my old friend," said he..