With you? Why do you think I’d come with you?
I’ve got my children, I’ve a husband, too,
One as I love.
Snowman.—
And he—does he love you?
Joan.—
That’s no concern o’ yourn!
Aye, ’a did once, Aye! and ’a will again,
Some day, perhaps. When he first married me,
’A did,—’a did! We’ve sat here in this room