Woman. Off on her tramps about the grand house yonder. Owner’s away: nobody left but my lady and servants. Never a better time, daddy.
Man. Nor a better day. Tompkins will set up his show tent. Everybody stirring. Pockets to pick, fortunes to tell!
Woman (rubbing her hands). Lads and lassies dancing on the green, old uns looking on, nobody taking care of the spoons’n the house.
Man (slapping her on the shoulder). We’re in luck, old woman,—in luck! (Enter Peg, dressed in red bodice, black skirt, red stockings, light blue handkerchief on her head, pinned under her chin.) Here comes Peg, now. Wal, my Nimble Fingers, any game to-day?
Peg (takes a few articles from her pocket). Not much now, dad, but some a-coming, if you an’ her (points to Woman) be up to it.
Man (earnestly). What’s that?
Peg. Oh! a nice little job.
Man and Woman (earnestly). Speak out, gal.
Peg. Wal, you see I walked in through the park, and along by the hedge-row, and into the kitchen-garden, thinkin’ to go boldly in at the back-door, as you told me, to ask for cold bits.
Both (bending eagerly forward). Yes.