'I'm o' right age, not two months betwixt us; and there's few in Monkshaven as would think on her wi' better prospects than me; and she knows my folks; we're kind o' cousins, in fact; and I'd be like a son to her mother; and there's noane i' Monkshaven as can speak again' my character.
There's nought between yo' and her, is there, Philip ?' 'I ha' telled thee many a time that she and me is like brother and sister.

She's no more thought on me nor I have for her.

So be content wi't, for I'se not tell thee again.' 'Don't be vexed, Philip; if thou knew what it was to be in love, thou'd be always fancying things, just as I am.' 'I might be,' said Philip; 'but I dunnut think I should be always talking about my fancies.' 'I wunnot talk any more after this once, if thou'll just find out fra' thysel', as it were, what it is she has again' me.

I'd go to chapel for iver with her, if that's what she wants.

Just ask her, Philip.' 'It's an awkward thing for me to be melling wi',' said Hepburn, reluctantly.
'But thou said thee and she were like brother and sister; and a brother would ask a sister, and niver think twice about it.' 'Well, well,' replied Philip, 'I'll see what I can do; but, lad, I dunnot think she'll have thee.