and to break my heart ?" Charity's dainty head--with its tiny velvet cap edged with lawn which hardly concealed sufficiently the wealth of her unruly brown hair--sank meditatively upon her left shoulder.
"Lord, Master Busy," she said demurely, "how was a poor maid to know that you meant it earnestly ?" "Meant it earnestly ?" "Yes ...

a new kirtle ...

a gold ring ...

flowers ...

and sack-posset and pasties to all the guests," she explained.