Jane. [Looking out at the window.] I’m thinking as we shall get some snow by and bye. ’Tis come over so dark all of a sudden.
Dorry. Couldn’t I go along of they, Gran’ma, and wear my new frock, and the beads, too? I never see’d them dance th’ old year out yet, I haven’t.
Jane. Get along with you, Dorry. ’Tis many a year afore you’ll be of an age for such foolishness. And that’s what I calls it, this messing about with dancing and music and I don’t know what.
Dorry. Katie Sims be younger nor me and she’s let to go, she is.
Jane. You bain’t Katie Sims, nor she you. And if the wedding what’s to-morrow isn’t enough to stuff you up with nonsense, I don’t know what is.
Dorry. I wish it was to-morrow now, Gran’ma, I do. Shall you put on your Sunday gown first thing, or wait till just afore we goes to church?
Jane. How your tongue do go! Take and bide quiet a bit, if you knows how.
Dorry. I shall ask Dad if I may go along of him and Miss Sims to the dance, I shall. Dad’s got that kind to me since last night—he gived me a sixpence to buy sweets this morning when I hadn’t asked. And won’t it be nice when Miss Sims comes here to live, and when you has someone to help you in the work, Gran’ma?
Jane. Well—’tis to be hoped as ’twill be all right this time.
Dorry. This time, Gran’ma! Why, wasn’t it all right when Dad was married afore, then?