Rose. [Undoing the parcel.] There, ’tis nothing to make such a commotion of! Just a flower—see, Mr. Davis? I knowed as it was one what you was partial to, and so I just brought it along with me.
George. That there bain’t for I, be it?
Rose. Indeed ’tis—if so as you’ll accept of it.
George. O, ’tis best saved against to-morrow. The freshness will be most gone from it, if I was to wear it now.
Dorry. No, no, Mr. Davis, ’tis for now! To wear at the dance. Put it on him, Rosie, put it on him.
Rose. [Tossing the flower across the table to George.] He can put it on hisself well enough, Dorry.
George. [After a moment’s hesitation.] I don’t know so well about that.
Annie. Go on, Rosie—pin it into his coat. Come, ’tis getting late.
Dorry. O, pin it in quick, Rosie—come along—and then we can start to the dancing.
Rose. Shall I, Mr. Davis?