We'll get you a place to go to.

Promise." A little sheepishly the rogue-girl answered: "I promise; only, I'm goin'." Suddenly she dimpled and broke into her broad smile.
"Mr.Derek, d'you know what they say--they say you're in love.

You was seen in th' orchard.

Ah! 'tis all right for you and her! But if any one kiss and hug ME, I got to go!" Derek drew back among the graves, as if he had been struck with a whip.
She looked up at him with coaxing sweetness.
"Don't you mind me, Mr.Derek, and don't you stay here neither.

If they saw you here with me, they'd say: 'Aw--look! Endangerin' another young man--poor young man!' Good mornin', Mr.Derek!" The rogue eyes followed him gravely, then once more began examining the grass, and the toe of her boot again began kicking a little hole.