day and one afternoon that it really could have been managed peter s mule was out the way at last one day asked her before all the family whether it was she had thought of visiting margaret ay my mat then i do forbid you h do you then there is no more to be said i suppose said she colouring not a word replied eh sternly when site was alone with her daughter she waa very severe not upon hot upon me rather go thither like a cat at a robin but this was me all over i am like a silly hen that can lay no egg without and all the house to rob her on t next time you and i are after aught the least amiss let s do t in heaven s name then and there and not take time to think about it far less talk so then if they take us to task we can say we knew we thought no ill now who d ever and forth for two pins i d go thither in all their defiance so wild and picturesque staggered nay mother with patience father will round � and so will but when and i was bent on you seeing the girl then we could have put our heads together about her say what they will there is no judging body or but by the eye and were i to have fifty more sons i d ne er one of them s till such time as i had clapped mj eyes upon her and seen say you i should have thought of that before his fancy but there is a school and the lesson ne er done we put down one fault and up t other and so go here and there till we blunder into our graves and there s an end of us mother said timidly well what is a coming now no good news though by the look of you what on earth can make poor so scared an she hath to make faltered faintly now there is a noble word for ye said proudly our taught thee that ril go then out with thy well then to say i seen her � the and the hearth and spoken with her to boot and never told me f after this are dirt mother you were so hot against her i waited till i could tell you without you worse ay said half sadly bitterly like mother like daughter cowardice it is our the others i or how would the house fare but did you ever have harsh word or look from your poor mother that you nay i will not have ye cry girl ten to ye had your reason po rise up brave heart and tell me all better late than ne er and first and foremost when ever and how ever you to wi your poor and i not know i never was there in my life and dear to say that i ne er wished to see her that i will not but i ne er went nor sought to see her there now said said i not twas all unlike my girl to seek her to me come now for i m all then thus twas it came to my ears no matter how and good mother on my knees ne er ask me how that was a in the tower by father s as twas pretended uttered a sigh that was almost a moan than i thought she muttered � and i went out at night to bid him be of good cheer and there at the tower foot was a brave quite strange to me i vow on the same errand there now � at first we did properly frighten one another through the place bad name and our poor heads being so full o devils and we a bit in but next moment i you � re margaret and you are she on t did one ever � twas he will have talking backwards and forwards of thee to and her to thee in return for this bestowed on one of the prettiest presents in nature � the kiss t e she on her cheek a single kiss which said � quite correct good clever mother for so right and quick how sweet for us twain to be of one mind again alter never having been otherwise then speak thy mind child is not here alas what am i saying would to heaven i he were well then she is comely and wrongs her picture but little eh dear hark to young folk i am for good acts not good looks loves she my boy as he did ought to be loved is farther from the than we are said thoughtfully yet she was there afore me nodded intelligence nay more she had got him out ere i came ay down from the tower her head the highest tower for miles i it is not tis though she and an old man brought found means and wit to send him up a rope there twas dangling from his prison and our went up it when first i saw it hang i said this is but when the frank s arms came round me and her bosom did beat on mine and her cheeks wet then said i tis not tis love for she is not like me but and able and dear heart even i poor frail creature do feel sometimes as i could move the world for them i love i love you mother and she loves god bless her for it god bless her but but what lamb her love is it for very certain honest tis most strange but that very thing which hath warmed your heart hath somewhat cooled mine towards her poor soul she is no wife you know mother when all is done 