But no time to talk of our old times now.

They are coming up again, with those younkers, I'm afraid.

Willie is like a Church; and Jack--no chance of him getting the chance of it; but Mary, your darling of the lot, our Mary--her mind is unsettled, and a worry coming over her; the same as with me when I saw you first." "It is the Lord that directs those things," the farmer answered, steadfastly; "and Mary hath the sense of her mother, I believe.

That it is maketh me so fond on her.

If the young maid hath taken a fancy, it will pass, without a bit of substance to settle on.