Cyn. Obed, you sent word you had somebody to take this house for me.
Obad. Yes, I hev, Cynth, some folks up to Barnstable.
Cyn. (slowly). Well, tell them please the place ain’t for rent any longer.
Obad. Hey? How’s that? You mean somebody else has took it?
Cyn. No. I’m going to stay myself.
Obad. You? Why, I thought you couldn’t. What’s happened? Air you goin’ ter hev some more work to do?
Cyn. (hesitating a second). Ye-es, I’m going to have some more work to do.
Obad. (curiously). What are you goin’ ter do, Cynth?
Cyn. I—I can’t tell you to-night.
Obad. Secret, eh?