〃What　is　the　matter；　dearHugh？〃　she　said；　rising；　and　laying　her
  hand　on　his　shoulder。
  〃Hoots！　lassie；〃　broke　in　her　mother；　〃are　ye　makin'　love　till　a
  man；　a　gentleman；　afore　my　verra　een？〃
  〃He　did　it　first；　mother；〃　answered　Margaret；　with　a　smile。
  A　pang　of　hope　shot　through　Hugh's　heart。
  〃Ow！　that's　the　gait　o't；　is't？　　The　bairn's　gane　dementit！　　Ye're
  no　efter　merryin'　a　gentleman；　Maggy？　　Na；　na；　lass！〃
  So　saying；　the　old　lady；　rather　crossly；　and　very　imprudently；　left
  the　room　to　fill　the　teapot　in　the　kitchen。
  〃Do　you　remember　this？〃　said　Margaret；who　felt　that　Hugh　must　have
  misunderstood　something　or　other；taking　from　her　pocket　a　little
  book；　and　from　the　book　a　withered　flower。
  Hugh　saw　that　it　was　like　a　primrose；　and　hoped　against　hope　that　it
  was　the　one　which　he　had　given　to　her；　on　the　spring　morning　in　the
  fir…wood。　　Still；　a　feeling　very　different　from　his　might　have　made
  her　preserve　it。　　He　must　know　all　about　it。
  〃Why　did　you　keep　that？〃　he　said。
  〃Because　I　loved　you。〃
  〃Loved　me？〃
  〃Yes。　Didn't　you　know？〃
  〃Why　did　you　say；　then；　that　you　didn't　care　ifif？〃
  〃Because　love　is　enough；　Hugh。That　was　why。〃
  THE　END。