Chapter 6

‘What ails you, to want to be a lady?’ ‘I want a sparkling band round my head, and sparkling slippers on my feet, and a gown that goes “hush! hush!” like growing grass, and them saying, “There’s Gillian Lovekin!” in a whisper.’ ‘Much good may it do ye!’ ‘And young fellows coming, and me having rare raps with ’em, and this one saying: “Marry me, Gillian Lovekin!” and that one saying: “I love you sore, Miss Juliana!” and me saying: “Be off with ye!”’ ‘So you wouldna marry ’em?’ ‘No danger! I want to hear the folk cla…