And you, my musical damsel, I will call on you tomorrow morning, and carry you to the waterside.

This old woman will treat you kindly if you say nothing to her but what becomes honest ears." The poor minstrel had listened to this dialogue without understanding more than its general tendency; for, though she spoke English well, she had acquired the language in England itself; and the Northern dialect was then, as now, of a broader and harsher character.

She saw, however, that she was to remain with the old lady, and meekly folding her arms on her bosom, bent her head with humility.

She next looked towards the smith with a strong expression of thankfulness, then, raising her eyes to heaven, took his passive hand, and seemed about to kiss the sinewy fingers in token of deep and affectionate gratitude.
But Dame Shoolbred did not give license to the stranger's mode of expressing her feelings.

She thrust in between them, and pushing poor Louise aside, said, "No--no, I'll have none of that work.