ELIZABETH. Off with the cloak this minute, Millie.

MAY. [Calling back.] She's a-taking of it off, Aunt, she is.

ELIZABETH. I don't know what's come to the maid. She don't act like
herself to-day.

DANIEL. Ah, that be asking too much of a maid, to act like herself,
and the wedding day close ahead of she.

ELIZABETH. I'd be content with a suitable behaviour, Father. I'm
not hard to please.

DANIEL. Ah, you take and let her go quiet, same as I lets th' old
mare when her first comes up from grass.

ELIZABETH. 'Tis all very well for you to talk, Father but 'tis I who
have got to do.

DANIEL. Come Mother, come Andrew, I be sharp set. And 'tis the feel
of victuals and no words as I wants in my mouth.

ELIZABETH. Well, Father, I'm not detaining you. There's the door,
and the food has been cooling on the table this great while.

DANIEL. Come you, Andrew, come you, Mother. Us'll make a bit of a
marriage feast this night.

[He leads the way and the others follow him out.