Julia. I wish this day might last for always.
Chris. Why, when to-morrow’s come, ’twill be the same.
Julia. That it will not. To-day is a holiday. To-morrow’s work.
Tansie. One day ’tis much the same as t’other with me.
Nat. ’Tis what we gets to eat as do make the change.
Tansie. I should have thought as how a grand young mistress like yourself might have had the days to your own liking.
Julia. Ah, and so I did once. But that was before Uncle died and left me the farm. Now, ’tis all different with the days.
Chris. How was it with you afore then, mistress?
Julia. Much the same as ’tis with that bird flying yonder. I did so as I listed. If I had a mind to sleep when the sun was up, then I did sleep. And if my limbs would not rest when ’twas dark, why, then I did roam. There was naught to hold me back from my fancy.
Tansie. And how is it now with you, mistress?