Dennis. Yes—There's a customer coming.
Mrs. Brul. [Brightening.] What!
Dennis. A customer. Turn your neat jolly face over the Heath, yonder. Look at Dan, towing him along, as snug as a cock salmon into a fish basket.
Mrs. Brul. Jimminy, and so there is! Oh, my dear Dennis! But I knew how it would be, if you had but a little patience. Remember, it was all by my advice you took the Red Cow.
Dennis. Och ho! it was, was it?
Mrs. Brul. I'll run, and spruce myself up a bit. Aye, aye, I hav'n't prophesied a customer to-day for nothing.
[Goes into the House.
Dennis. Troth, and it's prophesying on the sure side, to foretell a thing when it has happen'd.
Enter Dan, conducting Peregrine—Peregrine carrying a small Trunk under his Arm.
Pereg. I am indifferent about accommodations.