Tom. There was 'is father and two brothers all broken men by it.
[She hears Mary on the stairs, and they are silent.]
Ann. 'Ere's yer pretty dress, Mary.
Mary. Ay.... Thankye, Tom.
Tom. 'Twill be lovely for ye, my dear, an' grand. 'Tis a fine day fur yer weddin', my dear....
Mary. I'll be sorry to go, Tom.
Tom. An' sorry we'll be to lose ye....
Mary. I'll put the dress on.
[She throws the frock over her arm and goes out with it.]
Ann. Another girl would 'a' wedded him years ago in the first foolishness of it. But Mary, for all she says so little, 'as long, long thoughts that never comes to the likes o' you and me.... Another girl, when the day 'ad come at last, would 'a' been wild wi' the joy an' the fear o' it.... But Mary, she's sat on the fells under the stars, an' windin' among the sheep. D' ye mind the nights she's been out like an old shepherd wi' t' sheep? D' ye mind the nights when she was but a lile 'un an' we found 'er out in the dawn sleepin' snug again the side o' a fat ewe?