He
is hardly aware of this, but Mrs. Dowey knows. 'I like the Scotch voice
of you, woman. It drummles on like a hill burn.'
'Prosen Water runs by where I was born.' Flirting again, 'May be it
teached me to speak, mister.'
'Canny, woman, canny.'
'I read about the Black Watch's ghostly piper that plays proudly when
the men of the Black Watch do well, and prouder when they fall.'
'There's some foolish story of that kind.' He has another careless slice
off the loaf. 'But you couldn't have been living here at that time or
they would have guessed. I suppose you flitted?'
'Yes, it cost me eleven and sixpence.'
'How did you guess the _K_ in my name stood for Kenneth?'
'Does it?'
'Umpha.'
'An angel whispered it to me in my sleep.'
'Well, that's the only angel in the whole black business.' He chuckles.
'You little thought I would turn up!' Wheeling suddenly on her. 'Or did
you?'
'I was beginning to weary for a sight of you, Kenneth.'
'What word was that?'
'Mister.'
He helps himself to butter, and she holds out the jam pot to him, but he
haughtily rejects it.
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