Hearken, how she gammons!
Bell:
She—the cat’s mother? You’ve no manners, Peter:
You haven’t introduced us.
Peter:
Only hark!
Well, dad, she’s Bell—Bell Haggard, tinker-born—
She’ll tell you she’s blood-royal, likely as not—
And this lad happens to be hers and mine,
Somehow, though we’re not married.
Bell:
What a fashion
To introduce a boy to his grandfather—
And such a dear, respectable old sheep’s head!
(to Michael)
Look well on granddad, son, and see what comes
Of minding sheep.
Michael: