“I do think what’s wrote in my letter,” said Giles.
“Nay now, you couldn’t,” said Hannah, but there was an unconscious appeal in her voice. “You couldn’t ever think I was a vitty maid.”
“Well, don’t you think I be a ’andsome man, my dear?” cried Giles, advancing, his broad face beaming with good-humoured smiles towards her.
“I do, indeed I do,” cried Hannah with eager enthusiasm. “There, I do think ye be the handsomest and nicest man ever I did see. Handsome is as handsome does. An’ I d’ ’low you’ve acted handsome.”
“Well, if you think so, I’m satisfied,” responded Giles; then, after a pause, he added with his most knowing twinkle—
“Since we agree so well I d’ ’low we mid jist so well fall over pulpit at once.”