Knaw what boys and maidens be, as well as I knew young pegs.

I myzell been o' that zort one taime every bit so well as you be.' And Betty held the lanthorn up, and defied me to deny it; and the light through the horn showed a gleam in her eyes, such as I had never seer there before.

'No odds, no odds about that,' she continued; 'mak a fool of myzell to spake of it.

Arl gone into churchyard.

But it be a lucky foolery for thee, my boy, I can tull 'ee.
For I love to see the love in thee.