It's music in my ears, and if I could see as well as I can hear I'd wager you're a handsome lad and have lost much of your foolishness.

Davy, lad" (lowering his voice) "you've no cause to be anxious about Jenny.

She--she--had a boy, but we got her married to a miner--I made it right with him.

She has another child now, but they're being brought up together.

We won't refer to it again.