'It's all nonsense,' she said. 'My mother is dead—is dead—and I am alone. I don't know, I don't see why I should not sing; I want a fairing, and have no money. I'll go along singing, "My father's a hedger and ditcher," and then some charitable folk will throw me coppers, and I shall get a little money and buy myself a fairing.' 'For heaven's sake, do nothing of the kind. Here—rather than that—here is a crown. Take that. What would the Commissioners say if they were told that you went a ballad-singing in the streets of Ely at Tawdry Fair? They would turn you out of your mill. I am sure they would. Here, Kainie, conduct yourself respectably, and take a crown.' He pressed the large silver coin into her hand, and hurried away. 'That's brave!' exclaimed the girl, snapping her fingers. 'Now I can buy my fairing. Now, all I want is a lover. "Nobody coming to marry me, Nobody coming to woo!" Jimminy! I must not do that! I've taken a crown to be mum. Now I'm a young person of respectability—I've money in my pocket. Now I must look about me and see what to buy. I'll go to the Cheap Jack. How do you do, uncle?' She addressed the dark-haired man Drownlands, who had just turned the corner, with his flail over his shoulder. He scowled at the girl, and would have passed her without a word, but to this she would not consent. 'See! see!' said she, holding up the crown she had received. 'I was just going along sighing and weeping because I had no money, not a farthing in my pocket, not a lover at my side to buy me anything. Then came some one and gave me this—look, Uncle Drownlands! Five shillings!' 'So—going in bad ways?' 'What is the harm? I was ballad-singing. Then he came and gave me a crown.' 'You ballad-singing!' 'Yes; how else can I get money? I'm a poor girl, owned by nobody, for whom nobody cares.' 'You will bring disgrace—deeper disgrace on the family—on the name.' 'Not I; I'm honest. If I am given five shillings, may I not receive it? Master Runham gave me the money to make me shut my mouth. I was singing "My father's a hedger and ditcher, My mother"'— 'For heaven's sake, silence!' said Drownlands angrily. 'If you will hold your tongue, I will give you a couple of shillings.' 'A couple of shillings! And I'm your own niece, and have your name.' 'More shame to you—to your mother!' exclaimed the farmer bitterly. The girl suddenly dropped her head, and her brow became crimson. 'Not a word about my dear mother—not a stone thrown at her,' she said in a low tone. 'Well, no ballad-singing. Take heed to yourself. You are wild and careless.' 'Much you think of me! much you care for me!' 'Begone! You are a disgrace to me—your existence is a disgrace. Take a crown and spend it properly. You shall have nothing more from me. As Runham gave you five shillings, it shall not be said that I gave you less.' He handed her the coin, and with a scowl passed on.