Every other man in the company looked
back to where the girl stood in the doorway; he did not. Private
Gellatly said, with a shake of the head, as she was lost to view: "Devils
bestir me, what a widdy she'll make!" It was understood that Aleck
Windsor and Mab Humphrey were to be married on the coming New Year's Day.
What connection was there between the words of Sergeant Fones and those
of Private Gellatly? None, perhaps.
Mab thought upon that day as she looked out, this December morning, and
saw Sergeant Fones dismounting at the door. David Humphrey, who was
outside, offered to put up the Sergeant's horse; but he said: "No, if
you'll hold him just a moment, Mr. Humphrey, I'll ask for a drink of
something warm, and move on. Miss Humphrey is inside, I suppose?"
"She'll give you a drink of the best to be had on your patrol, Sergeant,"
was the laughing reply. "Thanks for that, but tea or coffee is good
enough for me," said the Sergeant. Entering, the coffee was soon in the
hand of the hardy soldier. Once he paused in his drinking and scanned
Mab's face closely.
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