Six Plays eBook

Florence Henrietta Darwin
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 324 pages of information about Six Plays.

Six Plays eBook

Florence Henrietta Darwin
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 324 pages of information about Six Plays.

Dorry.  Couldn’t I go along of they, Gran’ma, and wear my new frock, and the beads, too?  I never see’d them dance th’ old year out yet, I haven’t.

Jane.  Get along with you, Dorry.  ’Tis many a year afore you’ll be of an age for such foolishness.  And that’s what I calls it, this messing about with dancing and music and I don’t know what.

Dorry.  Katie Sims be younger nor me and she’s let to go, she is.

Jane.  You bain’t Katie Sims, nor she you.  And if the wedding what’s to-morrow isn’t enough to stuff you up with nonsense, I don’t know what is.

Dorry.  I wish it was to-morrow now, Gran’ma, I do.  Shall you put on your Sunday gown first thing, or wait till just afore we goes to church?

Jane.  How your tongue do go!  Take and bide quiet a bit, if you knows how.

Dorry.  I shall ask Dad if I may go along of him and Miss Sims to the dance, I shall.  Dad’s got that kind to me since last night—­he gived me a sixpence to buy sweets this morning when I hadn’t asked.  And won’t it be nice when Miss Sims comes here to live, and when you has someone to help you in the work, Gran’ma?

Jane.  Well—­’tis to be hoped as ’twill be all right this time.

Dorry.  This time, Gran’ma!  Why, wasn’t it all right when Dad was married afore, then?

Jane. [Getting the lamp from a shelf.] I don’t light up as a rule till ’tis six o’clock, but I count it’s a bit of snow coming as have darkened the air like.

Dorry.  Gran’ma, isn’t Miss Sims nice-looking, don’t you think?  I’d like to wear my hair like hers and have earrings a-hanging from me and a-shaking when I moves my head, I would.

Jane. [Setting the lamp on the table.] Here, fetch me the matches, do.

Dorry. [Bringing the matches.] Was my mammy nice-looking, like Miss Sims, Gran’ma?

Jane.  I’m one as goes by other things nor looks—­For like as not ’tis fine looks as is the undoing of most girls as has them—­give me a plain face and a heart what’s pure, I says, and ’tis not far out as you’ll be.

Dorry.  Was my mammy’s heart pure, Gran’ma? [A moment’s silence.  Jane lights the lamp.  Dorry leans at the table, watching her.

Dorry.  Was my mammy’s—­[A loud knock on the outside door.

Jane.  Who’s that come bothering round!  Run and see, Dorry, there’s a good child.

Dorry.  It’ll be Gran’ma Vashti, I daresay.  She do mostly knock at the door loud with her stick.

[Dorry runs to the window and looks out.

Dorry.  ’Tis her, and the snow white all upon her.

[Dorry goes to the door to open it.

Jane. [To herself.] Of all the meddlesome old women—­why can’t her bide till her’s wanted.

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