He seemed too good to be true.

She went slowly half-way to the door in the wall and then she stopped and went back.
"Whatever happens, you--you never would tell ?" she said.
His poppy-colored cheeks were distended with his first big bite of bread and bacon, but he managed to smile encouragingly.
"If tha' was a missel thrush an' showed me where thy nest was, does tha' think I'd tell any one?
Not me," he said.

"Tha' art as safe as a missel thrush." And she was quite sure she was..