CONNIE. [Who speaks rather thickly, as if she had a permanent slight cold] Please, Mr. Strangway, 'tis a man what goes to church.
GLADYS. He 'as to be baptised—and confirmed; and—and—buried.
IVY. 'Tis a man whu—whu's gude and——
GLADYS. He don't drink, an' he don't beat his horses, an' he don't hit back.
MERCY. [Whispering] 'Tisn't your turn. [To STRANGWAY] 'Tis a man like us.
IVY. I know what Mrs. Strangway said it was, 'cause I asked her once, before she went away.
STRANGWAY. [Startled] Yes?
IVY. She said it was a man whu forgave everything.
STRANGWAY. Ah!
The note of a cuckoo comes travelling. The girls are gazing at STRANGWAY, who seems to have gone of into a dream. They begin to fidget and whisper.