Rose. Well, Mr. Davis, who would ever have thought it?
[Mrs. Browning and Dorry come back and the cider is put upon the table, Dorry and Annie getting glasses from the dresser.
George. [Drinking.] Your health, Steve, and yours, too, Miss Sims. And many years of happiness to you both.
Steve. Thank you kindly, George.
Annie. Thank you, Mr. Davis.
Dorry. Hasn’t Miss Sims got a nice frock on her for the dance, Mr. Davis?
George. Well, I’m blessed if I’d taken no notice of it, Dorry.
Dorry. Why, you’re worse nor Dad, I do declare! But you just look at Rosie, now, Mr. Davis, and ask her what she’s got wrapped up in that there paper in her hand.
Rose. O, Dorry, you little tease, you!
Dorry. You just ask her, Mr. Davis.