May. I heard them call you so last night.
Dorry. And whatever do you want to know about Gran’ma?
May. What have her got to say ’bout the—the—wench what’s going to marry your dad?
Dorry. O, Gran’ma, she thinks ever such a lot of Miss Sims, and she says as how poor Dad, what’s been served so bad, will find out soon what ’tis to have a real decent wife, what’ll help with the work and all, and what won’t lower him by her ways, nor nothing.
May. Look you here—’tis growing day. I must be getting off and on to the road.
Dorry. [Moving to the door.] I’ll unbolt the door, then. O, ’tis fine and daylight now.
May. [Turning back at the doorway and looking at the room.] I suppose you wouldn’t like to touch me, for good luck, Dorry?
Dorry. No, I shouldn’t. Gran’ma, she don’t let me go nigh road people as a rule. She’s a-feared as I should take summat from them, I suppose.
May. [Hoarsely, her hand on the door.] Then just say as you wishes me well, Dorry.
Dorry. I’ll wish you a good New Year, then, and Gran’ma said as I was to watch as you cleared off the place. [May goes out softly and quickly. Dorry watches her until she is out of sight, and then she shuts the door.