Millie. [Taking up the silken cloak.] Here—put this over your gown, Annet.
Annet. [Standing up.] I don’t mind just trying it on, like.
Millie. [Fastening it.] There—and now the bonnet, with the veil pulled over the face.
[She ties the bonnet and arranges the veil on Annet.
Millie. [Standing back and surveying her cousin.] There, Annet, there May, who is to tell which of us ’tis?
May. [Coming forward.] O I should never know that ’twasn’t you, Cousin Mill.
Millie. And I could well mistake her for myself too, so listen, Annet. ’Tis you that shall talk with Master Andrew when he comes to-night. And ’tis you that shall give him my answer. I’ll not burn my lips by speaking the word he asks of me.
Annet. O Mill—I cannot—no I cannot.
Millie. Don’t let him have it very easily, Annet. Set him a ditch or two to jump before he gets there. And let the thorns prick him a bit before he gathers the flower. You know my way with him.
May. And I know it too, Millie—Why, your tongue, ’tis very near as sharp as when Aunt do speak.