"Glad, o' that, mam."
"O, and prithee why?"
"Because as a woman you're—female, d'ye see—I mean as you're what Natur' intended and such being so you're—naturally formed—I mean——"
"What d'you mean, pray?"
"A woman. And now, talking o' the Major——"
"But we're not!"
"Aye, but we are, mam, and so talking, the Major do surprise me—same be a-changing, mam."
"Changing? How?"
"Well, this morning he went——"
"Into the orchard!" said Mrs. Agatha, nodding.