Matters have come to a pretty pass when a maiden cannot speak with her sweetheart at the stile without he is set upon and beaten as if he were a hedgehog.

My father is your leal henchman, and his daughter deserves better treatment at your hands than you have given me." "There, there!" said Sir George, placing his hand upon her head.

"I was in the wrong.

I did not know you had a sweetheart who wore a sword.

When I saw you at the stile, I was sure you were another.