''Tisn't right o' me to do this, but I can't help it; and you were so kind,--so kind; and you never took any notice o' me.

And I've mended all your things so carefully,--I did.
Oh, please, 'tisn't as if I was asking you to marry me.

I wouldn't think of it.
But you--couldn't you take and live with me till Miss Right comes along?
I'm only Miss Wrong, I know, but I'd work my hands to the bare bone for you.

And I'm not ugly to look at.

Say you will!' Dick hardly recognised Torpenhow's voice in reply--'But look here.