Liz. Not that we feels you to be a stranger, dear Mister Jeremy.
Jane. You be a plain homely man such as me and sister be accustomed to.
Jeremy. Anything more?
Liz. I suppose you’ve put by a tidy bit—seeing as you be of a certain age.
Jane. Although your looks favour you well, don’t they, sister?
Liz. To be sure they do.
Jane. And I reckon as you could set up a home of your own any day, mister.
Jeremy. [Pointing through the window.] See that there roof against the mill?
Liz. Indeed I do.
Jeremy. That’s where I do live.