TATT. Oh, fie, miss; why did you do so? And who told you so,
child?

MISS. Who? Why, you did; did not you?

TATT. Oh, pox, that was yesterday, miss, that was a great while
ago, child. I have been asleep since; slept a whole night, and did
not so much as dream of the matter.

MISS. Pshaw--oh, but I dreamt that it was so, though.

TATT. Ay, but your father will tell you that dreams come by
contraries, child. Oh, fie; what, we must not love one another now.
Pshaw, that would be a foolish thing indeed. Fie, fie, you're a
woman now, and must think of a new man every morning and forget him
every night. No, no, to marry is to be a child again, and play with
the same rattle always. Oh, fie, marrying is a paw thing.

MISS. Well, but don't you love me as well as you did last night
then?

TATT. No, no, child, you would not have me.

MISS. No? Yes, but I would, though.

TATT. Pshaw, but I tell you you would not. You forget you're a
woman and don't know your own mind.

MISS. But here's my father, and he knows my mind.