CHAPTER XXIX.
TOMMY THE SCHOLAR So Miss Ailie could be brave, but what a poltroon she was also! Three calls did she make on dear friends, ostensibly to ask how a cold was or to instruct them in a new device in Shetland wool, but really to announce that she did not propose keeping school after the end of the term--because--in short, Mr.Ivie McLean and she--that is he--and so on.
But though she had planned it all out so carefully, with at least three capital ways of leading up to it, and knew precisely what they would say, and pined to hear them say it, on each occasion shyness conquered and she came away with the words unspoken.

How she despised herself, and how Mr.McLean laughed! He wanted to take the job off her hands by telling the news to Dr.McQueen, who could be depended on to spread it through the town, and Miss Ailie discovered with horror that his simple plan was to say, "How are you, doctor?
I just looked in to tell you that Miss Ailie and I are to be married.

Good afternoon." The audacity of this captivated Miss Ailie even while it outraged her sense of decency.
To Redlintie went Mr.McLean, and returning next day drew from his pocket something which he put on Miss Ailie's finger, and then she had the idea of taking off her left glove in church, which would have announced her engagement as loudly as though Mr.Dishart had included it in his pulpit intimations.

Religion, however, stopped her when she had got the little finger out, and the Misses Finlayson, who sat behind and knew she had an itchy something inside her glove, concluded that it was her threepenny for the plate.

As for Gavinia, like others of her class in those days, she had never heard of engagement rings, and so it really seemed as if Mr.McLean must call on the doctor after all.