John brought a great chain one day to tie her to the bedpost, for which affront Miss aimed a penknife at his heart.

In short, these quarrels grew up to rooted aversions; they gave one another nicknames, though the girl was a tight clever wench as any was, and through her pale looks you might discern spirit and vivacity, which made her not, indeed, a perfect beauty, but something that was agreeable.

It was barbarous in parents not to take notice of these early quarrels, and make them live better together, such domestic feuds proving afterwards the occasion of misfortunes to them both.

Peg had, indeed, some odd humours* and comical antipathy, for which John would jeer her.

"What think you of my sister Peg," says he, "that faints at the sound of an organ, and yet will dance and frisk at the noise of a bagpipe ?" "What's that to you ?" quoth Peg.