That's just what you are," said Miss Butterworth, laughing in spite of herself.
"Well, ye can whittle any sort of a head out of a block," said Jim imperturbably.
"Let's have done with joking," said the tailoress solemnly.
"I hain't been jokin'," said Jim.

"I'm in 'arnest.

I been thinkin' o' ye ever sence the town-meetin'.

I been kinder livin' on yer looks.

I've dreamt about ye nights; an' when I've be'n helpin' Benedict, I took some o' my pay, thinkin' I was pleasin' ye.