` Now , do n't meddle with the man , ' cried Betty . ` What a state to be in because one good-looking lass likes sandy hair and gray eyes better than Highland black and blue ! You have not the spirit of a wren , Neil Campbell . Were I you , I would show Donald Fraser that I could woo and win a lass as speedily as any Lowlander of them all ; that I would ! There 's many a girl would gladly say ` yes ' for your asking . And here stands one ! Why not marry ME , Neil Campbell ? Folks say I 'm as bonny as Nan -- and I could love you as well as Nan loves her Donald -- ay , and ten times better ! ' `` What do you suppose the Campbell did ? Why , just the thing he ought to have done . He took Betty at her word on the spot ; and there was a double wedding soon after . And it is said that Neil and Betty were the happiest couple in the world -- happier even than Donald and Nancy . So all was well because it ended well ! '' The Story Girl curtsied until her silken skirts swept the floor . Then she flung herself in her chair and looked at Mr. Campbell , flushed , triumphant , daring . The story was old to us . It had once been published in a Charlottetown paper , and we had read in Aunt Olivia 's scrapbook , where the Story Girl had learned it . But we had listened entranced . I have written down the bare words of the story , as she told it ; but I can never reproduce the charm and colour and spirit she infused into it . It LIVED for us .
Donald and Neil , Nancy and Betty , were there XXXXX that room with us .
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