She glanced at his humility and smiled.

Her smile was very beautiful.

It moved the man so that he forgot everything.
"No, I won't dance," she said softly.

Her words came clean and ringing.
Not knowing what he was doing--he often did the right thing by instinct--he sat beside her, inclining reverentially.
"But you mustn't miss your dance," she reproved.
"Nay, I don't want to dance that--it's not one as I care about." "Yet you invited me to it." He laughed very heartily at this.
"I never thought o' that.

Tha'rt not long in taking the curl out of me." It was her turn to laugh quickly.
"You don't look as if you'd come much uncurled," she said.
"I'm like a pig's tail, I curl because I canna help it," he laughed, rather boisterously.
"And you are a miner!" she exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes.