DAME. Think you I'd let the truth be known? I'd not shame myself so!
ISABEL. I could not spin three rooms of flax in three hundred years.
DAME. Alas! alas! What shall we do?
FLAT-FOOT (to Hanging-lip and Broad-thumb). Sisters, let us speak together.
[The three Great-Aunts whisper together for a moment.]
HANGING-LIP. Isabel, we will help you—
FLAT-FOOT (interrupting). On one condition!
BROAD-THUMB (nodding). Aye,—on a certain condition!
ISABEL. What do you mean?
HANGING-LIP. We'll spin the flax for you—