[George gets up and crosses the room; Rose takes the flower and Dorry hands her a pin. She slowly pins the flower in his coat.
Steve. [Stretching out his hand to Annie.] You be so quiet like to-night, Annie. There isn’t nothing wrong, is there, my dear?
Annie. ’Tis only I’m that full of gladness, Steve, as I don’t seem to find words to my tongue for the things what I can talk on most days.
Steve. And that’s how ’tis with I, too, Annie. ’Tis as though I was out in the meadows, like—And as though ’twere Sunday, and such a stillness all around that I might think ’twas only me as was upon the earth. But then summat stirs in me sudden and I knows that you be there, too, and ’tis my love for you what has put me right away from the rest of them.
Annie. Steve, you’ve had a poor, rough time, I know, but I’ll do my best for to smooth it like for you, I will.
Steve. See here, Annie—I be comed out of the rain and into the sun once more.
Dorry. [Leading George forward.] See how fine Mr. Davis do look—see, isn’t he grand? O, Miss Sims, see how nice the flower do look what Rosie has pinned in his coat! See, Gran’ma.
Jane. I’ve enough to do putting away all these glasses which have been messed up. What I wants to know is when I shall get off to bed this night, seeing as ’tis late already and you none of you gone off yet.
Dorry. O, let us be off, let us be off—and what am I to put over my dress, Gran’ma, so as the snow shan’t get to it?
Jane. If you go careful and don’t drop it in the snow may be as I’ll wrap my big shawl around of you, Dorry, what’s hanging behind the door.