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Kirry: Well, you see the soddag valloo is a surt of a bonag they’re makin’ at Hollantide of flour an’ wather, an’ it’s goin’ a bakin’ on the hearth. Then each of the girls must take a piece an’ eat it walkin’ backwards to her bed, navver sayin’ wan word.
Watterson: What then, Kirry?
Kirry: Kirry sounds pretty, the saf’ way you say it; but still an’ for all I don’t know that you have any right to be callin’ it to me.
Watterson: Right enough, Kirry; an’ us such near neighbours. Dear me the time we have together is far too short to be going all the length of “Miss Cregeen” all the time.
Kirry: Your mother might be blamin’ me if it come to her ears that you were callin’ me Kirry.
Watterson. No fear–what is it Bobby’s father says–she’ll get lave. Well, what happens then, Kirry, when the pieces are all eaten?
Kirry: Why, they dream, of course, of–well–of somebody.
Watterson: Oh, is it just somebody? Dear me, I could dream of somebody easy enough without any sodday valloo. Isn’t it some particular somebody, Kirry veen?
Kirry: Well they’re sayin’–but I’m not mindin’ such capers–but they’re sayin’–. Aw, listen! listen! [getting up hastily and going to door. Voices and talking heard.] That’s Jem Fayle’s voice, as sure as I am standin’ here, an’ Lizzie an’ his mother with him. They’ve brought him back for all!
Enter Jem with his Mother and Lizzie. Jem and his Mother hand in hand, facing the audience.
Kirry: Well, Jem! Is it yourself that’s in after all?
Jem: Aye, aye, myself it is an’ no other that I know of! My word how homely it was to hear the Hoptunaa Boys as I came over the hill. [Lizzie brings chair forward and girls place Mrs. Fayle in it.] That’s right, girls. Let her
