FARDY. I am, ma'am.
MRS. DELANE. [From window.] Look and tell me is that the telegraph I hear ticking?
FARDY. [Looking in at door.] It is, ma'am.
MRS. DELANE. Then botheration to it, and I not dressed or undressed. Wouldn't you say, now, it's to annoy me it is calling me down. I'm coming! I'm coming!
[Disappears.
FARDY. Hurry on, now! Hurry! She'll be coming out on you. If you are going to do it, do it, and if you are not, let it alone.
HYACINTH. I'll do it! I'll do it!
FARDY. [Lifting the sheep on his back.] I'll give you a hand with it.
HYACINTH. [Goes a step or two and turns round.] You told me no place where I could hide it.
FARDY. You needn't go far. There is the church beyond at the side of the square. Go round to the ditch behind the wall—there's nettles in it.