"Tut, tut! me boy," he said, "I well know how your wishes lie.

It's a noble gyurl ye've chosen, as a noble man should do.

She may change her thought to-morrow.

It's change is the wan thing shure about a woman." Franklin shook his head mutely, but Battersleigh showed only impatience with him.

"Go on with your plans, man," said he, "an' pay no attintion to the gyurl! Make ready the house and prepare the bridal gyarments.
Talk with her raysonable, an' thin thry unraysonable, and if she won't love ye peaceful, thin thry force; an' she'll folly ye thin, to the ind of the earth, an' love ye like a lamb.