Clara. It was as much my fault as hers, Mister Jenner. There were things that each of us wanted, and that we thought we might get, by changing places, one with the other.
Thomas. [To Clara.] Well, my maid, I’m blessed if I do know what you was a hunting about for, dressed up as a serving wench.
Clara. [Turning a little towards George.] I thought to find something which was mine when I was a little child, but which I lost.
Jessie. O Georgie do know how to find things which is lost. ’Twas he as brought back the yellow pullet when her had strayed off.
Robin. Yes. And ’twas George as did find your blue hair ribbon Aunt Clara, when it was dropped in the hayfield.
Jessie. I believe as Georgie knowed which of them was our aunt all the time.
Robin. I believe it too.
Thomas. Why, George, you sly dog, what put you on the scent, like?
George. ’Twas not one, but many things. And if you wants a clear proof [Turning to Clara]—put back the laces of your sleeve, Miss Clara.
Clara. What for, George?