"Did you give him one? an orange one?"
"Yes. A bow of my St. Nicholas ribbon I gave him."
"Why?"
"Me he loves, and him I love."
"And he wears it at his breast?"
"On his breast I have seen it. Neil, do not quarrel with him. Do not look so angry. I fear you. My fault it is; all my fault, Neil. Only to please me he wears it."
"You have more St. Nicholas ribbons?"
"That is so."
"Go and get me one. Get a bow, Katherine, and give it to me. I will wait here for it."
"No, that I will not do. How false, how wicked I would be, if two lovers my colours wore!"