How fair! Did ever you see the like!
Looked down at her shoes and her snow-white apron—!
And then she held on to her mother’s skirt-folds,
And carried a psalm-book wrapped up in a kerchief—!
I must look at that girl.
[Going into the house.
A Lad.
[Coming out of the house, with several others.]
Are you off so soon, Peer,
From the dance?