ROSE. No, you shan’t, Annie—that you shan’t! ANNIE. That I shall, then—come you here, Dorry—I’ll whisper it to your ear. [_Whispers it to_ DORRY. DORRY. [_Excitedly_.] I know who ’tis—I know—’tis for Mr. Davis—for Mr. Davis! Think of that, Dad—the flower ’tis for George Davis. ROSE. O, Annie, how you could! STEVE. George— VASHTI. [_Suddenly roused_.] Who named George? There was but one man as was called by that name—and he courted my girl till her was faint and weary of the sound and shape of he, and so on a day when he was come— DORRY. There’s Gran gone off on her tales again. [JANE _crosses the hearth and puts a shawl over the head of_ VASHTI, _who relapses again into sleep_. STEVE. [_Sitting down by_ ROSE.] What’s this, Rose? I han’t heard tell of this afore. Be there aught a-going on with you and George, then? ROSE. No, Steve, there isn’t nothing in it much, except that George and me we walked out last Sunday in the evening like—and a two or three time before. STEVE. And is it that you be a-keeping of that flower for to give to George, then? ROSE. Well—’tis for George as I’ve saved it out of some what the gardener up at Squire’s gived me. STEVE. [_As though to himself_.] ’Tis a powerful many years since George he went a-courting. I never knowed him so much as look upon a maid, I didn’t since— ROSE. Well, Steve, I’m sure there’s no need for you to be upset over it. ’Tis nothing to you who George walks out with, or who he doesn’t. STEVE. Who said as I was upset, Rose? ROSE. Look at the long face what you’ve pulled. Annie, if ’twas me, I shouldn’t much care about marrying a man with such a look to him. ANNIE. What’s up, Steve? What’s come over you like, all of a minute? STEVE. ’Tis naught, Annie, naught. ’Twas summat of past times what comed into the thoughts of me. But ’tis naught. And, Rose, if so be as ’twas you as George is after, I’d wish him to have luck, with all my heart, I would, for George and me—well, we too has always stuck close one to t’other, as you knows. JANE. Ah—that you has, George and you—you and George. ANNIE. Hark—there’s someone coming up now. DORRY. O, let me open the door—let me open it! [_She runs across the room and lifts the latch_. GEORGE _stands in the doorway shaking the snow from him_. _Then he comes into the room_. DORRY. I’m going to the dance, Mr. Davis. Look, haven’t I got a nice frock on? STEVE. Good evening, George, and how be you to-night? GEORGE. Nicely, Steve, nicely. Good evening, Mrs. Browning. Miss Sims, good evening—Yes, Steve, I’ll off with my coat, for ’tis pretty well sprinkled with snow, like. [STEVE _helps_ GEORGE _to take off his overcoat_. ROSE. A happy New Year to you, Mr. Davis. JANE. And that’s a thing which han’t no luck to it, if ’tis said afore the proper time, Rosie. ROSE. Well, but ’tis New Year’s Eve, isn’t it?