Lucy. They got all that evergreen to trim the May-pole; and George brought his flag.
Ned. If it had only been pleasant to-day, I’d have let it rain a week afterward.
George (stepping to the window). There!—it pours! It’s lucky we hurried.
Polly. Now all of you stay here and keep May-day with us (clapping hands). Do, do!
Caroline. Will your mother like it?
Polly. I’ll go ask her. (Runs out.)
Ned. Anyway, you can’t go till it holds up. (Girls go to the window.)
Arthur. That may not be for a week. (Enter Polly in haste.)
Polly. She says we may do any thing but make ’lasses-candy.
Ned. The last time we made it, father said he found some in his slipper-toes.