Steve. Ah, you’re right there, you’re right.
Rose. I wouldn’t much care to be upon the road to-night, would you, Steve?
Vashti. And at that hour when th’ old year be passing out, and dark on all the land, the graves shall open and give up the dead which be in they. And, standing in the churchyard you may read the face to each, as the corpses do go by. There’s many a night as I have stood and have looked into they when them did draw near to I, but never the face I did seek.
[Here Jane, who has been making a cup of tea, and who has poured something in it from a bottle, advances to Vashti.
Jane. Here, Vashti Reed, here’s a nice cup of hot tea for you. Take and drink it up and very likely ’twill warm th’ inside of you, for I’ll lay as you haven’t seen a mouthful of naught this day.
Steve. Ah, that’s it, that’s it. When folks do go leer ’tis a powerful lot of fancies as do get from the stomach to the heads of they.
[Vashti takes the cup and slowly drinks.
Dorry. O, Miss Sims, you do look nice. Look, Gran’ma, at what Miss Sims have got on!
Vashti. [Putting down her cup and leaning forward.] Which of you be clothed for marriage?
Jane. Get along of you, Gran, ’tis for the dance up at the school as they be come.