[Looks at the box.
Dame. Yes, Tummas; she locked it in that box sure enough.
[Shakes a bunch of keys that hangs at her side.
Ash. What be doing, Dame? what be doing?
Dame. [With affected indifference.] Nothing; I was only touching these keys.
[They look at the box and keys significantly.
Ash. A good tightish bunch!
Dame. Yes; they are of all sizes.
[They look as before.
Ash. Indeed!—Well—Eh!—Dame, why dan't ye speak? thou canst chatter fast enow zometimes.