DANIEL. [Sinking into a big chair.] Not so fast, my little maid,
not so fast--'tis a powerful long distance as I have journeyed this
day, and 'tis wonderful warm for the time of year.

ELIZABETH. I don't hold with drinking nor with taking bites atween
meals, but as your uncle has come a good distance, and the day is
warm, you make take the key of the pantry, Annet, and draw a glass of
cider for him.

[She takes the key from her pocket and hands it to ANNET, who goes
out.

DANIEL. That's it, Mother--that's it. And when I've wetted my mouth
a bit I'll be able the better to tell you all about how 'twas over
there.

MAY. O I'd dearly like to go to a Fair, I would. You always said
that you'd take me the next time you went, Uncle.

DANIEL. Ah and so I did, but when I comed to think it over, Fairs
baint the place for little maids, I says to mother here--and no, that
they baint, she answers back. But we'll see how 'tis when you be
growed a bit older, like. Us'll see how 'twill be then, won't us
Mother?

ELIZABETH. I wouldn't encourage the child in her nonsense, if I was
you, Dan. She's old enough to know better than to ask to be taken to
such places. Why in all my days I never set my foot within a fair,
pleasure or business, nor wanted to, either.