Yes, I like you very much"-- for I was teasing her to say it--"very much indeed, and I will call you John Ridd, if you like; only please to go, John.

And when your feet are well, you know, you can come and tell me how they are." "But I tell you, Lorna, I like you very much indeed--nearly as much as Annie, and a great deal more than Lizzie.

And I never saw any one like you, and I must come back again to-morrow, and so must you, to see me; and I will bring you such lots of things--there are apples still, and a thrush I caught with only one leg broken, and our dog has just had puppies--" "Oh, dear, they won't let me have a dog.

There is not a dog in the valley.

They say they are such noisy things--" "Only put your hand in mine--what little things they are, Lorna! And I will bring you the loveliest dog; I will show you just how long he is." "Hush!" A shout came down the valley, and all my heart was trembling, like water after sunset, and Lorna's face was altered from pleasant play to terror.