'Why, you could not well miss her,' she answered. 'She is as big as a plough-ox.'
'I have observed,' he said—and he blinked his little eyes as if, pleasurably, she were, with her words, whispering around his head. 'I have observed that ye affected her.'
'Why, she likes me well. She is a good wench—and to-day she tore my hair.'
'Then that is along of a man?' he asked. 'Didst not stick thy needle in her arm? Or wilto be quit of her?'
She rubbed her chin.
'Why, if she wed, I mun be quit of her,' she said, as if she had never thought of that thing.
He answered—
'Assuredly; for ye may not part man and lawful wife were you seven times Queen.'
'Why,' she said, 'I have little pleasure in Margot as she is.'
'Then let her go,' he answered.