Just you be quiet. Be thankful you lie warm,
There’s some as won’t to-night. I can hear storm
A-coming on.
(She leaves door of cubby-bed half open.)
Matthew. Sing, mother, will ye sing?
Joan. (Putting away the bread and the milk-mugs and folding up the strewn garments; starts to sing in a dull toneless voice with little tune)
There come a man to a maid, and said,
All in a year and a day——
“So thou be mine now let us be wed
Out of the world and away.”