ſays I, “Mr. Jones, what’s the Matter? A Penny for your Thoughts,” ſays I; “Why, Huſſy,” ſays he, ſtarting up from a Dream, “what can I be thinking of when that Angel your Miſtreſs is playing?” And then ſqueezing me by the Hand—“Oh! Mrs. Honour,” ſays he, “how happy will that Man be!”—and then he ſighed; upon my Troth, his Breath is as ſweet as a Noſegay—but to be ſure he meant no Harm by it. So I hope your Ladyſhip will not mention a Word: For he gave me a Crown never to mention it, and made me ſwear upon a Book, but I believe, indeed, it was not the Bible.’
Till ſomething of a more beautiful Red than Vermilion be found out, I ſhall ſay nothing of Sophia’s Colour on this Occaſion. ‘Ho—nour,’ ſays she, ‘I—if you will not mention this any more to me,—nor to any Body elſe, I will not betray you—I mean I will not be angry; but I am afraid of your Tongue. Why, my Girl, will you give it ſuch Liberties?’ ‘Nay, Ma’am,’ anſwered ſhe, ‘to be ſure, I would ſooner cut out my Tongue than offend your Ladyſhip—to be ſure, I ſhall never mention a Word‘that
