'Tom,' she said, looking down, almost whispering, 'I'm like that—you know!'
'Wot d'yer mean?'
She could scarcely utter the words—
'I think I'm in the family wy.'
He paused a moment; then spoke again.
'Well—I don't mind, if yer'll only marry me.'
'Na, I can't, Tom,' she said, bursting into tears; 'I can't, but you are so good ter me; I'd do anythin' ter mike it up ter you.'
She put her arms round his neck and slid on to his knees.
'Yer know, Tom, I couldn't marry yer now; but anythin' else—if yer wants me ter do anythin' else, I'll do it if it'll mike you 'appy.'
He did not understand, but only said: