Ay,
You think you're well off — and don't grab my words
Before they're spoken — but some folks, I've heard,
Pity us, living quiet in the valley.
Sollers:
Well, I suppose 'tis their affair.
Huff:
Is it?
But what I mean to say, — if they think small
Of us that live in the valley, mayn't it show
That we aren't all so happy as we think?
MERRICK the Smith comes in.
Merrick:
Quick, cider! I believe I've swallowed a coal.
Sollers:
Good evening. True, the heat's a wonder to-night.