“Miss Louie, then?”
“No, no. You must keep it a secret from everybody, unless you want to see me put in prison.”
“Now is that likely, my lad? Here, I’ve got it. I’ll go and tell Master Luke Vine.”
“Worst of all. No; not a word to a soul.”
“All right, Master Harry; I can keep my mouth shut when I try. But what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know yet. I’m hiding yonder.”
“What! in the little seal zorn?”
“Yes. Don’t betray me, woman, pray!”
“Betray you, Master Harry? You know I won’t.”
“You will not tell a soul?”