"It trow there be worse as well as better." "Ah, the poor wench!" cried the other.
"And why so poor ?" asked Dick.
"To wed a man of wood," replied his companion.

"O me, for a wooden husband!" "I think I be a man of wood, indeed," said Dick, "to trudge afoot the while you ride my horse; but it is good wood, I trow." "Good Dick, forgive me," cried the other.

"Nay, y' are the best heart in England; I but laughed.

Forgive me now, sweet Dick." "Nay, no fool words," returned Dick, a little embarrassed by his companion's warmth.

"No harm is done.