Daniel. Nay, nay—this is not a suitable time—Aunt and me has business what’s got to be settled like. Nay—’tis later on as the packets is to be opened.
Elizabeth. Get along off, you tiresome child.—One word might do for some, but it takes twenty to get you to move.—Run along now, do you hear me?
[May goes.
Well, Father, I’ve done my share with Millie and she don’t take a bit of notice of what I say. So now it’s your turn.
Daniel. Ah, I count ’tis more man’s work, this here, so ’tis. There be things which belongs to females and there be others which do not. You get and leave it all to me. I’ll bring it off.
Elizabeth. All right, Father, just you try your way—I’ll have nothing more to do with it. [Millie comes in.]
Millie. Why, Father, you’re back early from the Fair.
Daniel. That’s so, my wench. See that package over yonder?
Millie. O, that I do, Father.
Daniel. Yon great one’s for you, Mill.