Rose. We did meet Mr. Davis as we was coming along and he said as how ’twouldn’t be many minutes afore he joined us here, Steve.
Steve. That’s right, then we’ll bide a bit longer till George do call for we, only ’tis more nor I can stand when th’ old lady gets her tongue moving.
Dorry. Why, look, Gran’s fell asleep! O, Miss Sims, now that Gran’s dropped off and can’t say none of her foolish things any more, do stand so as Dad and Gran’ma can see the frock which you’ve got for the dance.
Annie. O, Dorry, you’re a little torment, that’s the truth.
[She gets up and turns slowly round so that all can see what she has on.
Rose. Well, Steve?
Steve. Well, Rosie.
Rose. Haven’t you got nothing as you can say, Steve?
Steve. What be I to say, Rose?
Rose. Well, something of how you thinks she looks, of course.