ALLEN. I’m going back to Woodbarrow Farm. I’ve had eno’ of the big world. I’ve had enough of fine folks and their ways. I’m going back to my own people—I’m going back to see the faces of them as I know loves me, to feel the hands of them as I know thinks well of me—I’m going back home.
(Purt. exit R., Allen stands l. by fire, stage darkens, and scene changes. Slow tableau. Music plays till change of scene and through Scene 2.) </p
Scene 2. Same as Act I.
Time: evening, fire burning brightly, and lamp lit on table, where supper is laid. Deb. discovered by fire, attending to cooking operations; Mrs. R. by fire, laying supper.
MRS. R. Be it done, lass?
DEB. (Who is kneeling down, looking into oven.) Yes, aunt, just to a turn.
MRS. R. (Crossing and looking over Deb’s shoulder.) Ah, that be just right. Thee’s a good cook, lass. (Crossing back to table.) Ah, how un used to like a veal pasty. (Sighs.)
DEB. It’s a bad thing going to bed, though, ain’t it, aunt?
MRS. R. Ah, anything be bad for them as ain’t got no stomachs, and underdone bricks be all right for them as has. (Gets dishes from dresser; lays table.) Besides, we bain’t going to bed yet. Us’ll sit and have a chat after supper.