Man (laughing). Yes, yes: so ye did. Poor little gal, wasn’t used to trampin’!
Woman (to Man). Gabble, gabble, gabble! The gal’ll never git done.
Man. Tell away, Peg.
Peg. I listens, an’ I finds little miss is a-goin’ with her maid to see the dances. There, I’ve started the game: let’s see ye foller it up.
(Old couple sit in silence for a few moments, turning over the silver.)
Man (thoughtfully). ’Tis deep water; but I sees through.
Peg (bending forward). Let’s hear. (Woman listens.)
Man. Tomkins’s show draws all the crowd, missy among ’em.
Peg. Go on, dad.
Man (rising). They two, missy and maid, stands agapin’ at it,—so. (Imitates.) You creeps in between,—so. (Imitates.) I stays outside.