Nay nay Rachel ... no wonder she’s afraid. You are lying asleep as it were, in the very path-way of the prowling savage and the beast of blood, with no lock on your outer-door, not so much as a wooden bolt, with no sort of security for you, by day or by night; and all this in a time of war, and you living on the outskirts of the wood ... why it’s no better than tempting Providence, Rachel Dyer....
Just what I say ... said Elizabeth....
And I am sorry to hear thee say so....
Nay nay Rachel ... why so grave? I confess to you that I should not like to live as you do....
I dare say, George....
It would be impossible for me to sleep....
No no ... not impossible.
And I should expect a savage or a bear to drop in, every hour of the day....
Thee wouldn’t always be disappointed George.
And every hour of the night, Rachel, without ceremony.