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Is your psalm-book in your kerchief? Where's the gold-mane on your shoulders? Do you glance adown your apron? Do you hold your mother's skirt-fold? Speak!

No, but

Went you to the Pastor This last spring-tide?

No, but Peer

Is there shyness in your glances? When I beg, can you deny?

Heaven! I think his wits are going.

Does your presence sanctify? Speak!

No, but

What's all the rest then?

[Going.