NELI. [Pausing sceptically.] Aye, 'tis my idea of hell whatever with souls meltin', Mr. Roberts!
HUGH. [Tense with expectation.] Tell us where is that place!
DEACON ROBERTS. [Neck rigid, head unmoved, and voice querulous.] Yiss, yiss. [Putting his hand up and letting it down quickly.] Ahem! Ye believe that it rains in Bala?
HUGH. [Eyes on Deacon, in childlike faith.] I do.
MRS. JENKINS THE MIDWIFE. Yiss, yiss, before an' after every birth whatever!
MRS. JONES THE WASH. Yiss, yiss, who would know better than I that it rains in Bala?
TOM MORRIS THE SHEEP. Aye, amen, it rains in Bala upon the hills an' in the valleys.
DEACON ROBERTS. Ye believe that it can rain in Bala both when the moon is full an' when 'tis new?
HUGH. [Earnestly.] I do.
MRS. JONES THE WASH. [Wearily.] Yiss, any time.