Clara. You are right, George. It is the first time since—since I was quite a little child. And I think I’m very clumsy at my work.
George. No one could work with them laces a-falling down all over their fingers.
Jessie. You should turn back your sleeves for kitchen work, Joan, same as Maggie does.
George. Yes, you should turn back your sleeves, Miss Joan.
[Joan puts aside the knife and basket, turns back her sleeves, and then resumes her work. George’s eyes are rivetted on her hands and arms for a moment. Then he turns as though to go away.
Jessie. Don’t go away, Georgie. Come and tell us how you like Aunt Clara now that she’s growed into such a grand lady.
George. [Coming back to the table.] I don’t like nothing about her, Miss Jessie.
Jessie. Is Aunt very much changed from when she did use to ride the big horses to the trough, Georgie?
Robin. And from the time when th’ old gander did take a big piece right out of her arm, Georgie?
George. [His eyes on Clara’s bent head.] I count her be wonderful changed, like.