George. To Brook Farm, mam, and home.
Emily. You’ve been up to some mischief on the way, I warrant.
Thomas. Come, Emily.
[George looks calmly into Emily’s face. Then his gaze travels leisurely round the room.
George. I was kept waiting while they did pluck and dress the chicken.
Emily. [Lifting the cloth covering the basket, and looking within it.] I’d best have gone myself. Of all the thick-headed men I ever did see, you’re the thickest. Upon my word you are.
George. What’s wrong now, mistress?
Emily. ’Taint chicken at all what you’ve been and fetched me.
George. I’ll be blowed if I do know what ’tis then.
Emily. If I’d been given a four arms and legs at birth same as th’ horses, I’d have left a pair of them at home and gone and done the job myself, I would. And then you should see what I’d have brought back.