Jane. You get along upstairs and do as I says, and then come straight down again.
Dorry. Couldn’t I put it on once, Gran’ma, just to see how it do look on me?
Jane. And get it all creased up afore to-morrow! Whatever next! You go and lay it on the bed this minute, do you hear?
Dorry. [Leaving the room by the door to the right.] I’d like to put it on just once, I would.
[Jane Browning blows out the candle and puts away the iron and ironing cloth. She stirs up the fire and then sits down by it as Dorry comes back.
Dorry. Dad’s cleaning of himself ever so—I heard the water splashing something dreadful as I went by his door.
Jane. ’Tis a-smartening of hisself up for this here dancing as he be about, I reckon.
Dorry. [Sitting down on a stool.] I’d like to go along, too, and see the dancing up at the schools to-night, I would.
Jane. And what next, I should like to know!
Dorry. And wear my new frock what’s ironed, and the beads what Miss Sims gived me.