Daniel. Ah, and she be none the worse for that. ’Tis what we all likes to do. Where’d I be in the market if I did let my chances blow by me? Hear that, Andrew?
Andrew. I’m a rare lucky man this day, farmer.
Daniel. Ah, and ’tis a rare good little wench, Annet—though she bain’t so showy as our’n. A rare good little maid. And now ’tis time we was all off to church, seeing as this is to be a case of double harness like.
May. O Annet, you can’t be wed in that plain gown.
Annet. May, I’m so happy that I feel as though I were clothed all over with jewels.
Andrew. Give me your hand, Annet.
May. [Mockingly.] Millie—don’t you want to give a drink of water to yon poor old man?
Millie. That I will, May? Here—fetch me something that’s better than water for him.
Elizabeth. I’ll have no cider drinking out of meal times here.
Millie. Then ’twill I have to be when we come back from church.