"What do you take me for?"
"Did he never tell you?"
"What do you take him for?"
"For a man, and moreover a conceited one; don't you mean to let him know his good fortune?"
"It isn't leap year, and if it was, I'd rather die than do such a thing," said Peggy!
"Come, I'll bet you a new cap, that I mean to wear at your wedding, you will let him know the state of your feelings, and that, before a week is over your head," provokingly replied Bridget.
Peggy, said nothing. Prudent Peg.
"Is it a bet?"
"Yes, yes, anything, but go to sleep, or we shan't get a wink to-night."
"True for you, cousin, for it's to-morrow already! Look at the daybreak, how it has frightened our candle, until it's almost as pale as your cheek."