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 And the horse, I suppose, a lean one!

A little horse. If you put on a log more she stops every little while.

There, you see. He in Heaven knows what He is about.

&ensp;(measuring the dress and jacket on herself again) Who wore them?

Don’t you see it’s new! Just a bit wrinkled from the sack, but brand-new. Not even a wee speck on it.

(Someone is heard driving up to the house.)

Someone’s coming and I’m barefoot!&emsp;(She gathers up the dress and runs into the other room.)

&ensp;(chuckling to herself) The little heart tells her already when one should be dressed up.

(Two strangers come in, apparently father and son, both wet through by the rain.)

God’s help, bobbe’she. What a rain!

&ensp;(beating the rain off his hat) Ah, warm here in the house!

A pouring rain, what?