Jarius. Jes’ so. But, speaking of temptations—
Enter Hannah, L., with a small brown jug.
Hannah. Here, father, here’s your “’leven o’clock.”
John. (Dropping his work, and taking the jug.) Ah, that’s good.
Hannah. Why, law sakes, Mr. Jerden![1] How do you do? The sight of you’s good for sore eyes.
[1] Hannah and Sally should follow this pronunciation.
Jarius. Thank you, marm. I’m pretty well, considerin’. Hope you’re hearty.
Hannah. Me? Sakes alive! I never had an ache or a pain in my life, and I’m goin’ on for sixty. There’s nothin’ like good, wholesome work to keep off sickness.
Jarius. Jes so, Mrs. Nutter.
“Rubbin’ and scrubbin’