there's not much that's amiss.

ANNET. But in the clothing of us, Mill--why, 'tis a grand young lady
that you look--whilst I -

MILLIE. [Taking up the silken cloak.] Here--put this over your
gown, Annet.

ANNET. [Standing up.] I don't mind just trying it on, like.

MILLIE. [Fastening it.] There--and now the bonnet, with the veil
pulled over the face.

[She ties the bonnet and arranges the veil on ANNET.

MILLIE. [Standing back and surveying her cousin.] There, Annet,
there May, who is to tell which of us 'tis?

MAY. [Coming forward.] O I should never know that 'twasn't you,
Cousin Mill.

MILLIE. And I could well mistake her for myself too, so listen,
Annet. 'Tis you that shall talk with Master Andrew when he comes to-
night. And 'tis you that shall give him my answer. I'll not burn my
lips by speaking the word he asks of me.

ANNET. O Mill--I cannot--no I cannot.

MILLIE. Don't let him have it very easily, Annet. Set him a ditch
or two to jump before he gets there. And let the thorns prick him a