John. That ’tis, mistress. I put it back myself, and a good job for that ’taint went out of the family and off to the mouths of strangers, so says I.
Mrs. Gardner. Do you tend to Master William’s garden John, instead of talking. We’ve had enough of your tongue for one day.
John. Why, be Master William goin’ out for to court again, this afternoon?
William. No, John—No, I’ve had enough of that for my life time.
John. So have I, master, and more nor enough. I don’t care particular if I never set eyes on a maid again.
William. [Pointing to a plot of ground.] That’s where I pulled the young carrots this morning.
John. Ah, and so you did, master.
William. And there’s from where I took the Early Snowballs.
John. And a great pity as you did. There be none too many of that sort here.
William. She had a wonderful soft look in her eyes as she did handle them and the spring cabbage, John.