Come down off the bridge, my love, and let us talk together while I hang up the horse." So as he tied the horse to a gate, she came down off the bridge.

He took her in his arms and kissed her.

"Now, my Poll," said he, "I know what you are going to begin talking about." "I daresay you do, George," she answered.

"You and my father have quarrelled." "The quarrel has been all on one side, my love," he said; "he has got some nonsense into his head, and he told me when I met him this morning, that he would never see me in his house again." "What has he heard, George?
it must be something very shocking to change him like that.

Do you know what it is ?" "Perhaps I do," he said; "but he has no right to visit my father's sins on me.