I took her up again, and kissed her as if it were my right.
"You are my very own now!" I cried.

"I shall not go to Berwick, but I'll stay and marry you." But she laughed when I spoke of marriage.
"Silly boy! Silly boy!" said she, with her forefinger up; and then when I tried to lay hands on her again, she gave a little dainty curtsy, and was off into the house..