(Kate comes in again through the yard door, and looks at Mary, who is gazing vacantly into space.)
Kate. Well? What notion have you got now?
Mary. Oh! just think, Kate! How would you like a boy who was dark and tall, and well set up and well to do?
Kate. I'd just leap at him.
Mary (laughing). Agh! I don't think he'll ever come, Kate!
Kate. I think you've plenty on hand to manage. (Brown opens the yard door and resumes his old-position from which he stares at the dresser). You're back again, are you?
Brown. Aye.
Kate. What ails you now?
Brown. I'm looking the spanner.