That's the agreement I came 'pon." Taffy nodded.
"It would be nice now, wouldn't it--" She broke off, clasping her knees and staring at the blaze.
"What would be nice ?" Lizzie laughed confusedly.

"Aw, you make me say't.

I can't abear any of the young men up to the Chapel.

If me and you--" Taffy ceased blowing.

The fire died down, and in the darkness he could hear her breathing hard.
"They're so rough," she went on, "and t'other night I met young Squire Vyell riding along the road, and he stopped me and wanted to kiss me." "George Vyell?
Surely he didn't ?" Taffy blew up the fire again.
"Iss he did.