Emily. [Viciously.] You’ll see plenty of them presently.
Robin. Will Aunt Clara bring the fowls along of she?
[A slight pause during which Emily irons vigorously.
Emily. [As she irons.] Some folk have all the honey. It do trickle from the mouths of them and down to the ground.
Robin. Has Aunt Clara got her mouth very sticky, then?
Emily. And there be others what are born to naught but crusts and the vinegar.
Jessie. Like you, Mother—Least, that’s what Maggie said this morning.
Emily. What’s that?
Jessie. That ’twas in the vinegar jar as your tongue had growed, Mother.
Emily. I’ll learn that wench to keep her thoughts to herself if she can’t fetch them out respectful like. [Shouting.] Mag, come you here this minute—what are you after now, I’d like to know, you ugly, idle piece of mischief?