nt red.

"Of course," she began awkwardly, "as I was responsible--I can well
afford--"

She halted lamely and Tam's eyes twinkled. "Maybe ye're the niece of
Andrew Carnegie an' ye've had yeer monthly library allowance," he said
gravely, "an' maybe ye could spare a few thousand dollars or cents--A've
no' got the exact coinage in ma mind--to help a wee feller buy a new
whizzer-wheel. A' take it kindly, but guid money makes bad frien's."

"I didn't intend offering you money," she said hurriedly, flushing
deeper than ever, "let me pull the car up to the side of the road."

Tam examined his own battered machine in the meantime. The front wheel
had buckled, but this was easily remedied, and by the time the girl had
brought her car to rest in a field he had repaired all the important
damage.

"I was going to stop somewhere about here for lunch," she said,
producing a basket from under the seat; "in fact, I was thinking of
lunch when--when--"

"A' nose-dived on to ye," said Tam, preparing to depart. "Weel, A'll be
gettin' along. There's nothing A' can do for ye?"

"You can stay and lunch with me."

"A've haid ma dinner," said Tam hastily.

"What did you have?" she demanded.

"Roast beef an' rice pudding," said Tam glibly.

"I don't believe you--anyway I guess it won't hurt you to watch me eat."

Tam noticed that she took it for granted that he was lying, for she
served him with a portion of her simple meal, and he accepted the
situation without protest.

"I'm an American, you know," she said as they sat cross-legged on the
grass. "I come from Jackson, Connecticut--you've heard of Jackson?"

"Oh, aye," he replied. "A'm frae Glascae."

"That's Scotland--I like the Scotch."

Tam blushed and choked.

"I came over last year to drive an ambulance in the American Ambulance
Section, but they wouldn't have me, so I just went into the English Red
Cross."

"British," corrected Tam.

"I shall say English if I like," she defied him.

"Weel," said Tam, "it's no' for me to check ye if ye won't be edicated."

She stared at him, then burst into a ringing laugh. "My! the Scotch
people are funny--tell me about Scotland. Is it a wonderful country? Do
you know about Bruce and Wallace and Rob Roy and all those people?"

"Oh, aye," said Tam cautiously, "by what A' read in the paper it's a gay
fine country."

"And the red deer and glens and things--it must be lovely."

"A've seen graund pictures of a glen," admitted Tam,