Laura. Yes, but what was it about me that took your fancy in Church on Sunday?
William. I’m blessed if I know, unless ’twas those coloured ribbons that you have got to your bonnet.
Laura. You are partial to the colour?
William. Ah, ’tis well enough.
Laura. See here. [Taking a flower from her dress.] This is of the same colour. I will put it in your coat.
[She fastens it in his coat. William looks very uncomfortable and nervous.
William. Well, bless my soul, but women folk have got some powerful strange tricks to them.
Laura. [Pinning the flower in its place.] There—my gift to you, master.
William. You may call me by my name, if you like, ’tis more suitable, seeing that we might go along to Church together one of these days.
Laura. O William, you have made me very happy—I do feel all mazy like with my gladness.