'And what was that?' 'Well, yo' see,' said Malachi, 'Betty were a dipper, an' I were a sprinkler. And when I axed th' old mon for Betty he said as dippin' and sprinklin' wouldn't piece up. And then hoo were a Calvin an' I were a Methody, and that were wur and wur. 'Th' owd mon stood to his gun, and wouldn't say "Yez" till I gave in; an' aw stood to mi gun, and to Betty an' o', an' towd her faither 'at aw were as good as ony on 'em. One day th' lass come to me wi' tears in her een, and said: '"Malachi, didsto ever read Solomon's Song?" '"Yi, forsure aw did. Why doesto ax me that question?" '"Doesto remember th' seventh verse o' th' last chapter?" hoo said. '"Aw cannot say as 'ow I do. What is it?" '"It's that," said hoo, puttin' her little Bible i' my hand. 'And when I tuk it aw read, "Many waters cannot quench love." '"Well," aw sez, "what abaat that?" '"Why," hoo cried, "thaa'rt lettin' Rehoboth waters quench thine." '"Haa doesto mean?" aw axed. '"Why, thaa willn't be dipped for me."' Here Mr. Penrose broke into a hearty laugh, and complimented Betty, telling her she was the sort of woman to make 'converts to the cause.' Then old Malachi put on his wisest look, and continued: 'Mr. Penrose, aw mut as weel tell yo' afore yo' get wed, that it's no use feightin' agen a woman. They're like Bill o' th' Goit's donkey, they'll goa their own gate, an' th' more yo' bother wi' 'em th' wur they are. A mon's wife mak's him. Hoo shap's everythin' for him, his clooas, his gate, and his religion an' o'. Talk abaat clay i' th' honds o' th' potter, why it's naught to a man i' th' honds o' his missus.' 'So you were baptized for the love of Betty, were you, Malachi?' 'Yi; bud I were no hypocrite abaat it, for aw told her aw should never be a Calvin, an' aw never have bin. Doesto remember what thaa said, Betty, when aw tell'd thee aw should never be a Calvin?' 'Nay, aw forget, lad; it's so long sin'.' 'Bud aw haven't forgetten. Thaa said, "Never mind, thaa's no need to tell mi faither that; thaa can keep it to thisel." Aw'll tell yo' what, Mr. Penrose, a woman's as deep as th' Longridge pit shaft.' 'Well, thaa's never rued o'er joinin' Rehoboth, Malachi.' 'I've never rued o'er weddin' thee, lass; an' aw think if thaa'd gone to a wur place nor Rehoboth aw should ha' followed thee. Leastways, I shouldn't ha' liked thee to 'a' tempted me.' 'But thaa's not tell'd him all, Malachi.' 'Nowe, lass, aw hevn't, but aw will. Have yo' seen yon rose-tree that grows under the winder--that tree that is welly full durin' th' season?' The minister nodded.