'She's grown quite a beauty sin' I saw her.

And if I don't tell her so, the men will.' 'Be quiet wi' thee,' said Sylvia, more than half offended, and turning away in a huff at the open barefaced admiration.
'Ay; but they will,' persevered Molly.

'Yo'll not keep her long, Mistress Robson.

And as mother says, yo'd feel it a deal more to have yer daughters left on hand.' 'Thy mother has many, I have but this one,' said Mrs.Robson, with severe sadness; for now Molly was getting to talk as she disliked.
But Molly's purpose was to bring the conversation round to her own affairs, of which she was very full.
'Yes! I tell mother that wi' so many as she has, she ought to be thankful to t' one as gets off quickest.' 'Who?
which is it ?' asked Sylvia, a little eagerly, seeing that there was news of a wedding behind the talk.
'Why! who should it be but me ?' said Molly, laughing a good deal, and reddening a little.

'I've not gone fra' home for nought; I'se picked up a measter on my travels, leastways one as is to be.' 'Charley Kinraid,' said Sylvia smiling, as she found that now she might reveal Molly's secret, which hitherto she had kept sacred.
'Charley Kinraid be hung!' said Molly, with a toss of her head.
'Whatten good's a husband who's at sea half t' year?
Ha ha, my measter is a canny Newcassel shopkeeper, on t' Side.