Annie. O, Steve, there was never a day in my life like this one. [Dorry and Jane come down.
Dorry. O, Miss Sims, you do look nice! Gran’ma, don’t Miss Sims look nice? And Rosie, too. O, they have nice gowns and hats on, haven’t they, Dad?
Steve. I don’t see no gowns nor hats, and that’s the truth. But I sees summat what’s like—what’s like a meadow of grass in springtime afore the sun’s got on to it.
Dorry. Why, Dad, ’tis white, not green, as Miss Sims is wearing.
Steve. ’Tis in the eyes of her as I finds my meadow.
Dorry. O, let me see, Dad, let me look, too!
Rose. [Going up to George, who has been standing aloof and moody in the background.] Come, Mr. Davis, we must have a look, too.
Jane. ’Get along, get along. We han’t time for such foolishness. It be close on twelve already.
Annie. O, let me be, all of you! I declare, I don’t know which way to look, I don’t.
Steve. I’ll show you, Annie, then.