"Ay, my little lassie, he promised; I'll bear witness. But make him say it over again now, Jessy. Such as he are only false loons."
"He is not false. He is too bonny to be false," said Jessy, looking up to her tall sweetheart with the fullest confidence in his faith.
"Bonny!" cried Mr. Yorke. "That's the reason that he should be, and proof that he is, a scoundrel."
"But he looks too sorrowful to be false," here interposed a quiet voice from behind the father's chair. "If he was always laughing, I should think he forgot promises soon, but Mr. Moore never laughs."

"Ay, my little lassie, he promised; I'll bear witness. He is false."
"He is not false. He is too bonny to be false," said Jessy, looking up confidently at her tall sweetheart.
"Bonny!" cried Mr. Yorke. "That's the proof that he's a scoundrel."
"But he looks too sorrowful to be false," interposed Rose quietly. "If he was always laughing, I should think he forgot promises soon, but Mr. Moore never laughs."
