It's big enough and ugly enough, Heaven knows, but you can put it down as hard as you like, it won't keep a man's sperrit in his grave—not when he's a mind to come out!
Beeler.
Astonished.
Martha Beeler!
Martha.
That's my name.
She flounces out into the kitchen, covering her retreat with her last speech.
Beeler.
Looking after her.
My kingdom! Martha! I thought she had some horse sense left.