O my, O my!—it is your uncle George!—it is indeed—I see the ring he used to wear—that’s the very ring!
You don’t say so Bridgy!—mother’s pretty ring?
Speak to it now Abby—you aint afeard now—speak to it, will you?
No, no, Bridgy, no, no—you speak to it yourself—what are you cryin’ about father?
I did speak to it Abby—it’s your turn now—
But you’re the nearest—
But you’re the furthest off—
Ah—but you’re the oldest!—
But you are the youngest....
Father—father—its lookin’ at me now!