Darwin, Florence Henrietta Fisher, Lady, 1864-1920 / 2008-09-30 00:00:00

And girls--off for your bonnets
this moment I tell you.
[She takes up a poker and hands it to DANIEL, who mops his face and
goes slowly out and upstairs. ANNET and MAY leave the room. The
farmer is heard banging at the door of Millie's bedroom.
[ELIZABETH moves about the room setting it in order. ANDREW comes in
at the door. He carries a bunch of flowers, which he lays on the
table.
ANDREW. Good-morning to you, mistress.
ELIZABETH. Good-morning, Andrew.
ANDREW. What's going on upstairs?
ELIZABETH. 'Tis Father at a little bit of carpentering.
ANDREW. I'm come too soon, I reckon.
ELIZABETH. We know what young men be upon their wedding morn! I
warrant as the clock can't run too fast for them at such a time.
ANDREW. You're right there, mistress. But the clock have moved
powerful slow all these last few weeks--for look you here, 'tis a
month this day since I last set eyes on Mill or had a word from her
lips--so 'tis.
ELIZABETH. You'll have enough words presently. Hark, she's coming
down with Father now.
[ANDREW turns eagerly towards the door.
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