she spoke to me then?

MAY. O yes, Andrew, and that I can. 'Twas a quist a-cooing in the
tree one time--and then--she did recollect herself and did sharpen up
her tongue and 'twas another sort of bird what could drive its beak
into the flesh of anyone--so 'twas.

ANDREW. O May--you say she did recollect herself--what do you mean
by those words?

MAY. You see, she did give her word that she would speak sharp and
rough to you.

ANDREW. What are you talking about, May? Do you mean that the
tongue of her was not speaking as the heart of her did feel?

MAY. I guess 'twas sommat like that, Andrew.

ANDREW. O May, you have gladdened me powerful by these words.

MAY. But, O you must not tell of me, Andrew.

ANDREW. I will never do so, May--only I shall know better how to be
patient, and to keep the spirit of me up next time that she do strike
out against me.

MAY. I'm not a-talking of Mill, Andrew.

ANDREW. Who are you talking of then, I'd like to know?