Joan. [Looking round again.] Such an old-fashioned place as this I never did see. ’Tis a low sort of room too, no carpet on the boards nor cloth to the table, nor nothing elegant.
Miles. Ah, we find the mansions in town very different to a country farm house, don’t we Miss?
Joan. I should think we did, Mister Hooper. Why, look at that great old wooden chair by the hearth? Don’t it look un-stylish, upon my word, with no cushions to it nor nothing.
Jessie. [Coming quite close to Joan and looking straight into her face.] That’s great gran’ma’s chair, what Dad said you’d be best pleased for to see.
[Joan looks very confused and begins to fan herself hastily.
Jessie. And th’ old clock’s another thing what Dad did say as you’d look upon.
Joan. O the old clock’s well enough, to be sure.
Jessie. I did want to gather a nosegay of flowers to set in your bedroom, Aunt, but Mother, she said, no.
Joan. [Languidly.] I must say I don’t see any flowers blooming here that I should particular care about having in my apartment.
Jessie. And Father said as how you’d like to smell the blossoms in the garden. And Georgie told as how you did use to gather the clover blooms when you was a little girl and set them by you where you did sleep.