An' I'm not to say nothin' to father?
ROSE
Not a word!
MARTHEL
An' not to August neither?
ROSE
Not a syllable! Lass, you've never known your mother an' I've raised you with fear an' heartache.—Many's the night I've watched through in terror because you was ill! I wasn't as old as you when I carried you about on my arm till I was near breakin' in two! Here you was—at my breast! An' if you go an' betray me now, 'tis all over between us!
MARTHEL
Rosie, 'tis nothin' bad is it … nothin' dangerous, I mean?