Boy. I think I hear Jane’s voice; I would not have her come till it is done. Will she thank me?
Lady. Yes, sure; she ought to thank you.
Boy. Why does she sleep in the day?
Lady. She is a babe—you slept at noon, when you were so young.
Boy. Now I do not sleep till night. I hear my ducks; what do you quack for?—May I fetch them some bread? Here is a crust which I left; pray may I give it to them?
Lady. If it be clean, some poor child would be glad of it; that is a large piece—We will give chaff to the ducks.
Boy. This bread is made of wheat; wheat grows in the earth; wheat is a grain. I am to see Tom bind a sheaf: and when Tom goes home to shear his sheep, I am to see him. He will throw them in a pond: plunge them in! Our cloth is made of wool; how can they weave cloth, and how can they stain it? How light this chair will be! it will not weigh much.
Lady. Who heard the clock; I meant to count it. I left my watch in my room.
Boy. Why did you leave it?
Lady. The chain was broken last night.