s in a woman's eye, though he'd had it badish when he was a
boy. So very serious looking and unsmiling 'a was, that young man, that
it really seemed as if he couldn't laugh at all without great pain to his
conscience. He looked very hard at a small speck in your eye when
talking to 'ee. And there was no more sign of a whisker or beard on Tony
Kytes's face than on the palm of my hand. He used to sing "The Tailor's
Breeches" with a religious manner, as if it were a hymn:--

'"O the petticoats went off, and the breeches they went on!"

and all the rest of the scandalous stuff. He was quite the women's
favourite, and in return for their likings he loved 'em in shoals.

'But in course of time Tony got fixed down to one in particular, Milly
Richards, a nice, light, small, tender little thing; and it was soon said
that they were engaged to be married. One Saturday he had been to market
to do business for his father, and was driving home the waggon in the
afternoon. When he reached the foot of the very hill we shall be going
over in ten minutes who should he see waiting for him at the top but
Unity Sallet, a handsome girl, one of the young women he'd been very
tender toward before he'd got engaged to Milly.

'As soon as Tony came up to her she said, "My dear Tony, will you give me
a lift home?"

'"That I will, darling," said Tony. "You don't suppose I could refuse
'ee?"

'She smiled a smile, and up she hopped, and on drove Tony.

'"Tony," she says, in a sort of tender chide, "why did ye desert me for
that other one? In what is she better than I? I should have made 'ee a
finer wife, and a more loving one too. 'Tisn't girls that are so easily
won at first that are the best. Think how long we've known each
other--ever since we were children almost--now haven't we, Tony?"

'"Yes, that we have," says Tony, a-struck with the truth o't.

'"And you've never seen anything in me to complain of, have ye, Tony? Now
tell the truth to me?"

'"I never have, upon my life," says Tony.

'"And--can you say I'm not pretty, Tony? Now look at me!"

'He let his eyes light upon her for a long while. "I really can't," says
he. "In fact, I never knowed you was so pretty before!"

'"Prettier than she?"

'What Tony would have said to that nobody knows, for before he could
speak, what should he see ahead, over the hedge past the turning, but a
feather he knew well--the feather in Milly's hat--she to whom he had been
think