Tom. No, thank yer: I'm not hungry.
Vermont. That's another indication.
Tom. Vermont, isn't she lovely?
Vermont. The widder?
Tom. The widow! No: the other.
Vermont. Mosey?
Tom. Miss Fairlee,—Agnes Fairlee,—Agnes,—what a name! So poetical! Agnes,—so sweet!
Vermont. Spell it, Tom: there's nothing like lengthened sweetness long drawn out.
Tom. Old man, you're laughing at me. You needn't: I'm all right.
Vermont. Not in love?