"All the time?"
"All the time."
"An' I will o' you. An' I'll pray for ye that no harm may come to ye, an' that HE will bless ye for makin' me happy."
"Thank you, Peg."
He motioned her to go in. He was getting anxious. Their voices might be heard.
"Must I go in NOW?" asked Peg. "NOW?" she repeated.
"You must."
"With the moon so high in the heavens?"
"Someone might come."
"An' the music comin' across the lawn?"