Deb. Yes, Parsons left his shot on the pigstye wall, and she ate two ounces. Oh, and you remember Jim? Allen. What, the bantam? Deb. Yes. He’s given his own father such a licking, and won’t let him come near the yard. Allen. (_Laughing heartily._) Plucky little beggar! Serve the old ‘un right. He wur always a bully. Now, mother--(_about to hand her the pie._) Why, mother, thee art crying! Mrs. R. (_Crying._) No, I ain’t. Go on with thee supper, lad. Allen. (_Looking at Deb._) And--why, here be Deb. crying too! (_The two women laugh through their tears. Allen joins them as curtain descends._) Mrs. R. It’s wi’ joy, lad; it’s wi’ joy! SLOW CURTAIN. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Woodbarrow Farm, by Jerome K. Jerome