Sylvia's Lovers

'Oh, Kester,' said she once more, 'what mun I do? I'm pledged to him

as strong as words can make it, and mother blessed us both wi' more

sense than she's had for weeks. Kester, man, speak! Shall I go and

break it all off?--say.' 'Nay, it's noane for me t' say; m'appen thou's gone too far. Them

above only knows what is best.' Again that long, cooing whistle. 'Sylvie!' 'He's been very kind to us all,' said Sylvia, laying her rake down

with slow care, 'and I'll try t' make him happy.'