Jessie. So that you would scarce know her?
George. So that I should scarce know she.
Jessie. She have brought Mother a silken gown and me a string of coral beads. But naught for you, Georgie.
George. I reckon as Miss Clara have not kept me in her remembrance like.
Clara. [With sudden earnestness.] O that she has, George.
Jessie. She didn’t seem to know him by her looks.
Clara. Looks often speak but poorly for the heart.
Robin. [Who has been watching Clara.] See there, Joan. You’ve been and cut that big tater right in half. Mother will be cross.
Clara. O dear, I am thoughtless. One cannot work and talk at the same time.
George. [Taking basket and knife from her and seating himself on the edge of the table.] Here,—give them all to me. I understand such work, and ’tis clear that you do not. I’ll finish them off in a few minutes, and mistress will never be the wiser.