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Then stood my lass quite still, and her face like the milk in her pan, and she looks down on th’ hussy, as a horse might look down on a kitten which it hath unwitting trampled on, and she saith,

“I would I knew whether or no thou speakest the truth!”

Then saith the wench, a-reaching up her clasped hands to heaven–saith she, “May God forever curse me an I do not!”

“Take not God’s name in vain,” saith my lass, sharply, and went and set down her pan o’ milk on the cupboard. And again she stands, slowly wiping her hands on her apron, and looking down at th’ girl, who hath once more covered all her face in her petticoat; and by-and-by she saith to her,

“What is ‘t thou wouldst have me do?”

“Give me back my Robin! give me back my Robin!” saith the maid.

“Thou art welcome to him for me,” saith Keren.

Then fell the maid a-weeping more bitterly than ever, and she huddled herself on the hard floor, like a young bird that hath fallen out o’ its nest, and sobbed piteously. And presently gets she to her feet without a word, still a-hiding of her face in her kirtle, and turns to go, a-feeling her way with one o’ her little hands. But when she hath reached th’ door, and hath got one foot on the threshold, up strides that lass o’ mine, and, taking her by the arm, swings her back into th’ room; and she makes her sit down on a settle and take down her kirtle from her face. And while she is snooding up her ruffled locks, she saith unto her,

“Thou art a little fool to cry so; dost hear? What! at it again? Well, well, God patience me! What’s a body to do with such a little ninny? There! dry your eyes. Ye shall have your Robin, never fear. God-a-mercy! at what art blubbering now?” But down slipped Ruth on her knees, and caught Keren about hers, and she saith unto her,

“Heaven bless thee! thou art a good woman! May Heaven forgive me for all such words as e’er I have said against thee! Bless thee! bless thee!”

“Bodykins!” saith my lass (having learned some round oaths from me, I do grieve to say)–“bodykins!” saith she, “wilt a-hear th’ lass? I say scamper, scamper; my father’ll be coming home to sup erelong, and I would not he found thee thus. Away with thee! and fret no more: dost hear? If I hear that thou hast moped any further from this hour on, I’ll not answer either for my doings or for those o’ others: dost hear? Now scamper!” And scamper a did, like a hare with th’ hounds upon ‘t.

So full was I o’ praising my lass on her good ‘havior that I had got me from th’ lattice and was half in at the door ere I saw what had befallen.

There was my madcap comrade, down on her knees afore the settle, wi’ both hands gripped in her thick locks, and her head bent forward on th’ wooden seat; and she made no sound, neither uttered she any word, but a shook like water when a heavy weight rolls past. And a drew long breaths ever and anon, like one that hath been half drowned and is coming back to life. And I knew then, I knew then, comrade. I had thought a loved th’ boy; and I knew then. So I got me out, without making any clatter, and I sat me down on a bench outside th’ kitchen door to think ‘t over; and, by cock and pye, man, ne’er a thought could I think for th’ tears in my eyes. Th’ poor lass! th’ poor lass! It fetches th’ salt into my een now to think on ‘t. Well, well, what’s past is past, and God himself cannot undo ‘t; and what’s coming’s coming, and God wunnot hinder it an he could; so there’s an end on ‘t. Fill up, man, fill up! What there, I say! Joel, I say! A quart o’ sack for Master Turnip.