“Ye’re quite right, Ellie, he shall undoubtedly make a good husband to one of the ladies from Edinburgh he seems to enjoy so very much.”
Ellie exchanged a look with Anna. “But… what of the terms of the loan? I meant for you, Mared.”
“Oh that!” Mared said gaily. “There are six months until our year is through! And one canna guess what might happen in that time.” With an enigmatic smile, she strolled out of the gazebo. “I think I shall pick some berries for supper,” she called over her shoulder, and walked into the woods, leaving her sisters-inlaw to wonder if perhaps the strain of it all had caused the poor lass to lose her mind.