Robin. I hates her very much.
George. [Slowly.] And I don’t seem to fancy her neither.
[Curtain.]
ACT III.—Scene 1.
Two days have passed by.
It is morning. Clara, wearing an apron and a muslin cap on her head, sits by the kitchen table mending a lace handkerchief. Maggie, who is dusting the plates on the dressers, pauses to watch her.
Maggie. I’d sooner sweep the cow sheds out and that I would, nor have to set at such a niggly piece of sewing work as you.
Clara. I cannot do it quickly, it is so fine.
Maggie. I count ’tis very nigh as bad as the treadmills, serving a young miss such as yourn be.
Clara. What makes you say that, Maggie?