Ash. Ees; and as good as she be pratty—Drabbit it, I do feel zoo happy, and zoo warm,—for all the world like the zun in harvest.
Dame. Oh, Tummas, I shall be so pleased to see her, I shan't know whether I stand on my head or my heels.
Ash. Stand on thy head! vor sheame o' thyzel—behave pratty, do.
Dame. Nay, I meant no harm—Eh, here comes friend Evergreen the gardener, from the castle. Bless me, what a hurry the old man is in.
Enter Evergreen.
Everg. Good day, honest Thomas.
Ash. Zame to you, measter Evergreen.
Everg. Have you heard the news?
Dame. Any thing about Mrs. Grundy?
Ash. Dame, be quiet, woolye now?