He is not in the Hatton factory, that I know." "He isn't in anybody's factory.

He is head teacher in the Methodist school here." "Well, what of that ?" "He has a daughter, a little lass about eighteen years old." "And she is pretty, I suppose ?" "There's none to equal her in this part of England.

She's as sweet as a flower." "And her father is----" "Hard as Pharaoh.

She's the light o' his eyes, and the breath o' his nostrils.

So she ought to be.