Then I was feared o' Dan'el's power over mother, an' give in times when I ought to 'a held my own.

An' I liked to have him fur a sarvint to me, an' I led him on like.

So it went on--he niver doubted I'd marry wi' him, an' I held out fur my life.

Then at th' end, some words we had made things worse.

'Twas i' spring--i' March I think--he walked out miles an' miles on the bad roads to bring me the first flowers.