'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.'