May. ’Tis poor work, is twice marrying.
Dorry. My Dad’s ever so pleased, I han’t seen him so pleased as I can remember. I han’t.
May. Then maybe the second choosing be the best.
Dorry. Yes, ’tis—Gran’ma says as ’tis—and Dad, he be ever so fond of Miss Sims—and I be, too.
May. Then you’ve no call to wish as her who’s gone should come back to you, like?
Dorry. What’s that you’re saying?
May. You don’t never want as your mammy what you’ve lost should be amongst you as afore?
Dorry. I never knowed my mammy. Gran’ma says she had got summat bad in her blood. And Granny’s got the same. But Miss Sims, she’s ever so nice to Dad and me, and I’m real pleased as she’s coming to stop along of us always after that they’re married, like.
May. And th’ old woman what’s your gran’ma, Dorry?
Dorry. However did you know as I was called “Dorry”?