Steve. I bain’t a-going to shoe no horses this time of night, not if ’twas the King hisself what stood at the door.
George. If ’tis a corpse, I guess her’ll have to wait till the dancing’s finished, then.
[Vashti groans in her sleep and turns over in the chair, her face to the fire.
Steve. [Going to the door and speaking loudly.] Who’s there?
George. Us’ll soon see.
[George unbolts the door and opens it, first a little way, and then wide. May is seen standing in the doorway. Her shawl is drawn over head and the lower part of her face.
George. Here’s someone what’s missed their way, I count.
Rose. Why, ’tis like the poor thing we seed beneath the hedge, I do believe.
Annie Whatever can she want a-coming-in here at this time of night!
Jane. [Advancing firmly.] ’Tis one of they dirty roadsters what there’s too many of all about the country. Here, I’ll learn you to come to folks’ houses this time of night, disturbing of a wedding party. You take and get gone. We don’t want such as you in here, we don’t.