FRANKLIN
(blithely).
Oh, I have more than hopes, Mistress Deborah; for he that lives upon hope will die fasting. To apply one's self right heartily is to do more than hope. Sloth makes all things difficult; but industry all things easy. You are not eating, Mistress Deborah. (She rises.) Have my blunt ways offended you? Have I again displeased you? [Footnote: From "Poor Richard's Almanac.">[
DEBORAH
(with chilling dignity).
You could not an you tried, Master Franklin. I was but going to fetch the tea-kettle.
FRANKLIN
(starting up).
If I can help you—
DEBORAH
(still frostily).
I thank you, I am in no need of help. A-ah!
[With a cry she drops the kettle.
FRANKLIN.