Wull 'e stick to that now, Maister Jan ?' 'No, no, Betty, certainly not; I made a mistake about it.

I should have said a becoming mustachio, such as you may well be proud of.' 'Then thee be a laiar, Jan Ridd.

Zay so, laike a man, lad.' 'Not exactly that, Betty; but I made a great mistake; and I humbly ask your pardon; and if such a thing as a crown-piece, Betty'-- 'No fai, no fai!' said Betty, however she put it into her pocket; 'now tak my advice, Jan; thee marry Zally Snowe.' 'Not with all England for her dowry.

Oh, Betty, you know better.' 'Ah's me! I know much worse, Jan.

Break thy poor mother's heart it will.
And to think of arl the danger! Dost love Larna now so much ?' 'With all the strength of my heart and soul.