ANDREW. Millie, the sound of those words has mended it already.

ANNET. [In a harder voice.] But very likely there'll be a crack
left to it always.

[FARMER DANIEL and ELIZABETH come into the room.

DANIEL. Well my boy, well Millie?

ANDREW. [Boldly.] 'Tis for a month from now.

DANIEL. Bless my soul. Hear that, Mother? Hear that?

ELIZABETH. I'm not deaf, Father.

DANIEL. [Shaking ANDREW'S hand.] Ah my boy, I knowed as you'd bring
the little maid to the senses of she.

ELIZABETH. Millie has not shown any backwardness in clothing herself
as though for church.

DANIEL. 'Tis with the maids as 'tis with the fowls when they be come
out from moult. They be bound to pick about this way and that in
their new feathers.

ELIZABETH. Well, 'tis to be hoped the young people have fixed it up
for good and all this time.

DANIEL. Come Mill, my wench, you be wonderful quiet. Where's your
tongue?