Rose. Give me my cloak, Steve—O, how I do love a bit of dancing, don’t you, Mr. Davis?
George. I be about as much use in the ball room as one of they great drag horses, Miss Rose.
Rose. O, get on, Mr. Davis! I don’t believe half what you do say, no more does Annie.
Annie. If Mr. Davis don’t know how to dance right, you’re the one to learn him, Rose. Come, Dorry, you take hold of my hand, and I’ll look after you on the way. Good-night, Mrs. Browning. Good-night, Mrs. Reed.
Dorry. Why, Granny’s sound asleep, Miss Sims, you know.
Jane. And about time, too. ’Tis to be hoped as we shan’t have no more trouble with her till morning.
Dorry. [Her eyes raised to the door latch.] Just look, why the latch is up.
Annie. Whoever’s that, I wonder?
Rose. ’Tis very likely someone with a horse what’s lost a shoe, Steve.
Jane. I guess as ’tis a coffin wanted sudden, George Davis.