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`` Aye , she 'll pay , and she 's coming this very day . Jock lad , I 'll want you to drive to Ayton and meet the evening coach . Your Cousin Edie will be in it , and you can fetch her over to West Inch . '' And so off I started at quarter past five with Souter Johnnie , the long-haired fifteen-year-old , and our cart with the new-painted tail-board that we only used on great days . The coach was in just as I came , and I , like a foolish country lad , taking no heed to the years that had passed , was looking about among the folk in the Inn front for a slip of a girl with her petticoats just under her knees . And as I slouched past and craned my neck there came a touch to my elbow , and there was a lady dressed all in black standing by the steps , and I knew that it was my cousin Edie . I knew it , I say , and yet had she not touched me I might have passed her a score of times and never known it .