Vashti. Ah, that there be—marrying. But there bain’t no more victuals got into the house as I knows of. Th’ old woman’s seen to that.
Harry. And be May gone out, too, along of them to see the marrying?
Vashti. Ah, I counts as her be. But her’s a-coming back in a little while, and you may sit down and bide till she does.
Harry. I’d sooner be about and on my way, Missis, if ’tis all the same to you. But I thanks you kindly. And you get and tell May when she do come home, that ’tis particular glad I be for to know as her bain’t took worse, nor nothing. And should I happen in these parts again, ’tis very likely as I’ll take a look in on she some day.
Vashti. Ah, her’ll have got t’other old baggage set in the right place by then.
Harry. [Looking round him.] Well, I be rare pleased to think of May so comfortable, like, for her was got down terrible low.
Vashti. T’other’ll be broughted lower.
Harry. Look you here, old Missis, ’tis a stomach full of naught as I carries. If so be as you has a crust to spare—
Vashti. [Pointing to a door.] There be a plate of meat inside of that cupboard. You take and fill your belly with it.
Harry. Thank you kindly, Missis, but I counts I han’t the time for heavy feeding this morning.