Woman.—Oh no, sir!
Myself.—Pig-stealing?
Woman.—No, sir!
Myself.—Duck or hen stealing?
Woman.—Haven’t lost a duck or hen since I have been here, sir.
Myself.—Then what secrets can they possibly have?
Woman.—I don’t know, sir! perhaps none at all, or at most only a pack of small nonsense that nobody would give three farthings to know. However, it is quite certain they are as jealous of strangers hearing their discourse as if they were plotting gunpowder treason or something worse.
Myself.—Have you been long here?
Woman.—Only since last May, sir! and we hope to get away by next, and return to our own country, where we shall have some one to speak to.
Myself.—Good-bye!