[Tom goes to the window.]
Tom. Gorm. 'Tis Mrs. Airey.
Ann. T' owd woman. She that 'as not been further than 'er garden-gate these ten years?
[She goes to the door, opens it to admit Mrs. Airey, an old gaunt woman just beginning to be bent with age.]
Mrs. A. Good day to you, Tom Davis.
Tom. Good day to you, Mrs. Airey.
Mrs. A. Good day to you, Ann Davis.
Ann. Good day to you, Mrs. Airey. Will ye sit down?
[She dusts a chair and Mrs. Airey sits by the fireside. She sits silent for a long while. Tom and Ann look uneasily at her and at each other.]
Mrs. A. So 'tis all ready for Bill's wedding.