Peg. You keep quiet, an’ I’ll tell; jest you keep on a-interruptin’, an’ I’m mum’s a fish.
Man (to Woman). Hush up, now, can’t yer? (To Peg.) Sees what?
Peg. I seed as how little miss was a-dressed out in all her finery,—her velvet, an’ her silks, an’ gold beads an’ bracelets. (Clasps throat and wrists.) Very good things to have. (Old couple nod approvingly at each other.)
Man. Mebby they be (holding up old bag); but how be they a-goin’ to jump in this ’ere?
Peg. There ye go agin a-interruptin’.
Woman (to Man). Hush up, dad! Let the gal speak, can’t yer?
Peg. Then I watches to find out where wud they be a-goin’ ter (old couple nod to each other), an’ I sees ’em take the path down by the hedge-row. So I creeps along softly, a-tiptoe, on t’other side, just like this (shows how she crept along), a-peepin’ through.
Woman (rubbing her hands together). Sharp gal you be, Peg.
Man (to Woman). Keep still; don’t bother her.
Peg. When they goes down on the grass to rest, I goes down too, on t’other side, ye know, to rest,—so. (Sits down.)