"Me, sir—oh no!"
"And why not? I should think you might console a man for a great deal."
"Why, you see, sir," said she, blushing and dimpling very prettily, "it do so happen as I'm the one as crossed him."
"Ah!—I understand," said I.
"I'm to be married to a farmer—down the road yonder; leastways, I haven't quite made up my mind yet."
"A fine, tall fellow?" I inquired.
"Yes—do 'ee know him, sir?"
"With a handsome pair of black whiskers?" said I.
"The very same, sir, and they do be handsome whiskers, though I do say it."
"The finest I ever saw. I wish you every happiness," said I.