ELIZABETH. I think we've all had quite enough of Millie's tongue,
Father. Let her give it a rest if she've a mind.

DANIEL. I warrant she be gone as shy as a May bettel when 'tis
daylight. But us'll take it as she have fixed it up in her own mind
like. Come, Mother, such a time as this, you won't take no objection
to the drawing of a jug of cider.

ELIZABETH. And supper just about to be served? I'm surprised at
you, Father. No, I can't hear of cider being drawn so needless like.

DANIEL. Well, well,--have it your own way--but I always says, and my
father used to say it afore I, a fine deed do call for a fine drink,
and that's how 'twas in my time.

ELIZABETH. Millie, do you call your cousins in to supper.

DANIEL. Ah, and where be the maids gone off to this time of night,
Mother?

ANDREW. Annet did pass me as I came through the yard, Master

[MAY, quietly opens the cupboard door and comes out.

ELIZABETH. So that's where you've been, you deceitful little wench.

ANDREW. Well, to think of that, Millie.

ELIZABETH. And how long may you have bid there, I should like to