What kind of things?
Beeler.
Natural things, with plenty of sap and mischief in 'em. Growin' plants, and frisky animals, and young folks in love.
He points to the figure of Pan, then to the Pilgrim, as he talks.
There he sits playin' Jenny-come-kiss-me on his dod-gasted mouth-organ, when along comes one of them fellows out of a monastery, with religion on the brain. Pikin' for Jerusalem, to get a saint's toe-nail and a splinter of the true cross.
Martha enters from the kitchen and potters about the room "redding up."
Look at him! Do you think he'll ever get to Jerusalem? Not this trip! He hears the pipes o' Pan. He hears women callin' and fiddles squeakin' love-tunes in the woods. It'll take more than a monk's robe on his back and a shaved head on his shoulders to keep him straight, I reckon. He'll call to mind that young fellows had blood in their veins when Adam was a farmer, and whoop-la! he'll be off to the county fair, to dance ring-around-a-rosy with Matildy Jane!
Pause, as he takes off his cap and light his pipe.
Like to see our friend Michaelis meet up with Mr. Pan. Don't believe Michaelis ever looked cross-eyed at a girl.
He examines Rhoda quizzically.