Just keep the saw in pickle,
Go and fan yourself—keep cool.
—George M. Vickers.
Nell.
You’re a kind[671] woman, Nan! Ay, kind and true![672]
God[673] will be good to faithful folk like you!
You knew my Ned?
A better,[674] kinder lad never drew breath.
We loved each other true, and we were wed
In church, like some who took him to his death;[675]