You welcome me to your house.

You speak to me as you spoke just now." Her voice broke and a cry of gladness escaped from her which went to Dick Hazlewood's heart.

"Oh, you shall see me to my door.

I'll not cross the meadow.

I'll go round by the road." She stopped and drew a breath.
"I'll tell you something." "What ?" "It's rather good to be looked after.