"Ah, you're a wind-mill, that you are."
"The Clergyman never said that."
"No; but now I say it."
"Wind-mill? who ever heard such a thing? I won't be a wind-mill."
"What will you be then?"
"What will I be? who ever heard of such a thing? nothing, I will be."
"Well, be nothing, then."
Now the girl laughed; but after a while she said gravely, "It's wrong of you to say I'm nothing."
"Dear me, when you said so yourself!"
"Nay; I won't be nothing."