JESSIE. [_Running to_ MAGGIE _and laying her hand on her arm_.] Dear Maggie, ’tis only what you did tell about poor mother’s tongue being in the vinegar jar. MAGGIE. O Miss Jessie. EMILY. Hark you here, my girl—if ’twasn’t hay time you should bundle up your rags and off with you this minute. But as ’tis awkward being short of a pair of hands just now, you’ll bide a week or two and then you’ll get outside of my door with no more character to you nor what I took you with. THOMAS. Come, come Emily. The girl’s a good one for to work, and that she is. EMILY. Be quiet, Thomas. This is my business, and you’ll please to keep your words till they’re wanted. MAGGIE. O mistress, I didn’t mean no harm, I didn’t. EMILY. I don’t want no words nor no tears neither. MAGGIE. [_Beginning to cry loudly_.] I be the only girl as have stopped with you more nor a month, I be. T’others wouldn’t bide a day, some of them. EMILY. Be quiet. Back to your work with you. And when the hay is all carried, off with you, ungrateful minx, to where you came from. JESSIE. O let us keep her always, Mother, she’s kind. ROBIN. Don’t you cry, Mag. I’ll marry you when I’m a big man like Daddy. THOMAS. Harken to them, Emily! She’s been a good maid to the children. I’d not part with any one so hasty, if ’twas me. EMILY. [_Very angrily_.] When I want your opinion, Thomas, I’ll ask for it. Suppose you was to go out and see after something which you do understand. THOMAS. O I’ll go down to the field fast enough, I can tell you. ’Twas only being hungered as drove me into the hornets’ nest, as you might say. EMILY. [_Ironing fiercely_.] What’s that? THOMAS. Nothing. I did only say as I was a-going back to the field when George do come home. EMILY. There again. Did you ever know the man to be so slow before. I warrant as he have gone drinking or mischiefing down at the Spotted Cow instead of coming straight home with they chicken. THOMAS. Nay, nay. George is not the lad to do a thing like that. A quieter more well bred up lad nor George never trod in shoes. EMILY [_Glancing at_ MAGGIE.] What are you tossing your head like that for, Maggie? Please to recollect as you’re a lazy, good-for-nothing little slut of a maid servant, and not a circus pony all decked out for the show. JESSIE. Maggie’s fond of Georgie. And Georgie’s kind to Mag. MAGGIE. [_Fearfully_.] O don’t, Miss Jessie, for goodness sake. EMILY. [_Viciously_.] I’ll soon put an end to anything in that quarter. THOMAS. Now, Emily—take it quiet. Why, we shall have Clara upon us before us knows where we are. EMILY. [_Folding the curtains_.] I’ll settle her too, if she comes before I’m ready for her. ROBIN. [_Pointing through the open_.] There’s George, coming with the basket.