"Nor yet Missis Loveys?"
"So soon tell all Little Silver."
"You might let me just whisper it to my awn sister. 'Twill be a cruel stroke if her hears it fust afore all the people to church."
"If you say a syllable of it to Margery, 'tis off!" declared Mr. Libby, and with such earnestness did he speak that the girl was alarmed, and made hasty assurances.
"Very well, I promise an' swear, since I must. But how long be I to go dumb? Remember, 'tis tu gert a thing for a woman to keep hid for long. You'm cruel, Greg, lovey, to ax it. I'll have to blaze it out soon or bust with it."
"Wait my time. It ban't to be awver-long, that I promise 'e."
"Kiss me again, Greg; an' cuddle me."
"You take your dyin' oath?"
"Ess, I said so."
"Very well; now I must go back to my work."