Steve. And is it that you be a-keeping of that flower for to give to George, then?
Rose. Well—’tis for George as I’ve saved it out of some what the gardener up at Squire’s gived me.
Steve. [As though to himself.] ’Tis a powerful many years since George he went a-courting. I never knowed him so much as look upon a maid, I didn’t since—
Rose. Well, Steve, I’m sure there’s no need for you to be upset over it. ’Tis nothing to you who George walks out with, or who he doesn’t.
Steve. Who said as I was upset, Rose?
Rose. Look at the long face what you’ve pulled. Annie, if ’twas me, I shouldn’t much care about marrying a man with such a look to him.
Annie. What’s up, Steve? What’s come over you like, all of a minute?
Steve. ’Tis naught, Annie, naught. ’Twas summat of past times what comed into the thoughts of me. But ’tis naught. And, Rose, if so be as ’twas you as George is after, I’d wish him to have luck, with all my heart, I would, for George and me—well, we too has always stuck close one to t’other, as you knows.
Jane. Ah—that you has, George and you—you and George.
Annie. Hark—there’s someone coming up now.