Eld. I'm reasonably thankful, Orson. I know what it is to be a soldier's wife.
Ors. They lie not between linen, I warrant you.
Eld. Linen? An they get muslin without begging it, they may thank fortune!
Ors. With never a silk smock for the fair.
Eld. Silk smock? An a new one comes before the old one drops off they may say their prayers for it!
Ors. But we'll be snug enough, my dear.
Eld. That we will!
Ors. And winter coming on. Ah!
Eld. True enough.
Ors. A good fire.