Jack. Gee! Here comes the old Bach With his wife trotting after.
Jill. Just look at that thatch!
Wife (removing bonnet). Look at that! I should say so! And look at my gown! Do I look like a bride that has just come from town?
Bachelor (brushing her dress). It will straighten out, Wifey, and look just as well As ever. Yes, better, perhaps, who can tell?
Wife. Straighten! My dear, haven’t you any brain? And you’re rubbing the mud in! That horrible lane!
Old Woman. You do look a sight, dearie, yes, so you do, As if you had been in a terrible stew. Did you tumble?
Wife. He spilled me. A fine bridegroom that!
Jill. Another one fell in the mud-puddle, flat.
Mother Goose. But where’s the wheelbarrow? I told you, you know, To wheel her right carefully. Did you do so?
Bachelor. My bride was so heavy, the wheelbarrow broke. To wheel such a plump little wife is no joke! And she’s mad! She just scolded me right out and out, I’m afraid that her elbows are sharp.