Chris. ’Tis a well-sounding name, and one as runs easy as clear water upon the tongue.
Julia. Tansie, how will it be for me to go with you?
Tansie. ’Twill be well enough with the spirit of you I don’t doubt, but how’ll it be with the fine clothes what you have on?
Nat. [Suddenly looking up.] Why, there’s Susan coming.
Julia. [Looking in the same direction.] So that is Susan?
Tansie. I count as her has had a smartish job to get away from th’ old missis so early in the day.
Chris. ’Tis a rare old she cat, and handy with the claw’s of her, Susan’s missis.
[Susan comes shyly forward.
Nat. Come you here, Susan, and sit along of we.
Julia. Yes, sit down with us in this cool shade, Susan. You look warm from running.