Bony. ’Deed, he wah in de orchard ’bout two drecklys ago.
Vir. He does n’t know I ’m ready. I ’ll go tell him!
Girls. Do! do!
Mrs. C. Daughter!
Girls. Do let her go, Mrs. Clemm!
Mab. We ’ll all go! What fun!
Gert. We ’ll play ‘hunt the bridegroom!’
(Girls run off, disappearing in various directions)
Mrs. C. What will Doctor Barlow think? (Goes in. Allie, the last of the girls, pauses as she passes to the side door where Zurie is sitting)
Allie. Why, Mum Zurie, you look as if Miss Virginia were going to be buried instead of married.