STRANGWAY. Ah! But St. Francis was a Christian, and Orpheus was a
Pagan.

IVY. Oh!

STRANGWAY. Orpheus drew everything after him with music; St.
Francis by love.

IVY. Perhaps it was the same, really.

STRANGWAY. [looking at his flute] Perhaps it was, Ivy.

GLADYS. Did 'e 'ave a flute like yu?

IVY. The flowers smell sweeter when they 'ear music; they du.

[She holds up the glass of flowers.]

STRANGWAY. [Touching one of the orchis] What's the name of this
one?

[The girls cluster; save MERCY, who is taking a stealthy
interest in what she has behind her.]

CONNIE. We call it a cuckoo, Mr. Strangway.

GLADYS. 'Tis awful common down by the streams. We've got one medder
where 'tis so thick almost as the goldie cups.