How people could ever be merry again after they had been at a funeral, she could not imagine; so she answered gravely, and slightly beside the question: 'I wonder if I was a Friend if I should be good ?' 'Gi' me your red cloak, that's all, when yo' turn Quaker; they'll none let thee wear scarlet, so it 'll be of no use t' thee.' 'I think thou'rt good enough as thou art,' said Philip, tenderly--at least as tenderly as he durst, for he knew by experience that it did not do to alarm her girlish coyness.

Either one speech or the other made Sylvia silent; neither was accordant to her mood of mind; so perhaps both contributed to her quietness.
'Folk say William Coulson looks sweet on Hester Rose,' said Molly, always up in Monkshaven gossip.

It was in the form of an assertion, but was said in the tone of a question, and as such Philip replied to it.
'Yes, I think he likes her a good deal; but he's so quiet, I never feel sure.

John and Jeremiah would like the match, I've a notion.' And now they came to the stile which had filled Philip's eye for some minutes past, though neither of the others had perceived they were so near it; the stile which led to Moss Brow from the road into the fields that sloped down to Haystersbank.

Here they would leave Molly, and now would begin the delicious _tete-a-tete_ walk, which Philip always tried to make as lingering as possible.