"So much, Ann, so very much—and yet—"
"You ain't scared of him, are ye?"
"No—and yet, I—I think I am—a little."
"But you'll marry him, all the same?"
"Yes."
"An' t'night?"
"Yes. But Ann, dear, when he comes in I want you to keep him with you as long as you can—will you?"
"Why, sure I'll keep him, jest as long as—he'll let me! Lord, t' think as my little Hermy'll be a married woman this night!"
"And—oh, Ann, I haven't any—trousseau—"
"Shucks! You don't need none. You're best as you are. You won't need no fluffs an' frills, I reckon."