We both know what Lucina is--" "You don't mean to say you're afraid Lucina will get hurt," spluttered the Squire, quickly.
"It isn't likely that a girl like Lucina could get hurt herself," cried Abigail, with a fine blush of pride.
"I suppose you're right," assented the Squire, with a chuckle.

"I suppose there's not a young fool in the country but would think himself lucky for a chance to tie the jade's shoestring.

I guess there'll be no hanging back of dancers whenever she takes a notion to pipe, eh ?" "She has not taken a notion to pipe, and I doubt if she will at present," said Abigail, with a little bridle of feminine delicacy, "and--he is a good young man, though, of course, it would scarcely be advisable if she did fancy him, but she does not.

Lucina has never concealed anything from me since she was born, and I know--" "Then it's the boy you're worrying about ?" Abigail nodded.

"He's a good young man, and he has had a hard struggle.