Julia. My goodness, Susan, what are you thinking of? Say naught, but that I’m coming. Run away now, and run quickly. [Susan goes off.
Laura. [Looking up, a bunch of carrots in her hands.] What are you going to do now, Julia?
Julia. You shall see, when you have done playing with those carrots.
Laura. He pulled them, every one, with his own hands, Julia.
Julia. My love has gathered something better for me than a carrot. See, a spray of elder bloom that was tossing ever so high in the wind.
[She takes a branch of elder flower from her dress, and shews it to Laura.
Laura. The roots that lie warm in the earth do seem more homely like to me.
Julia. Well—each one has their own way in love—and mine lies through the dark woods, and yours is in the vegetable garden. And ’tis your road that we will take this afternoon—so come along quickly with me, Laura, for the sun has already begun to change its light.
[Laura replaces the vegetables in her basket and rises from the seat as the curtain falls.