Robin. I likes talking of dinner. After I’ve done eating of it, I likes next best to talk about it.
Luke. See here, missis. Let’s have a glass of summat cool for Miss Clara.
Emily. [Calling angrily.] Maggie, Maggie, where are you, you great lazy-boned donkey?
Maggie. [Comes in from the back kitchen, her apron held to her eyes.] Did you call me, mistress?
Emily. Get up a bucket of water from the well. Master’s sister wants a drink.
Maggie. [Between sobs.] Shall I bring it in the bucket, or would the young lady like it in a jug?
Emily. [With exasperation.] There’s no end to the worriting that other folks do make.
Jessie. Let me go and help poor Maggie, mother.
Robin. [To Joan.] Do you know what Maggie’s crying for, Aunt Clara?
Joan. I’m sure I don’t, little boy.