Woodbarrow Farm; Play in Three Acts (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 Excerpt: ... 'ee come up? (Sits R. C.) Mrs. R. Only yesterday, and us went to Mrs. Clouter's and slept, and then us come on here this morning. Allen. And how long can you stop? Mrs. R. Well, us must start off to-morrow, some time. Allen. To-morrow Oh, nonsense, mother. Mrs. R. Nonsense Why, bless the lad, thee wouldn't have me away on Saturday. Why, who'd pay the wages, and see to everything? Allen. Why, there's Rogers there, ain't there? Mrs. R. Ah, why thee might just as well leave the key of the stable in charge o' the old bay mare, as trust him to look arter anything, except his own inside. Allen. (After a pause.) Mother (Rises, goes to Mrs. R. R.) What do ye want to go back at all for, and work and worry yourself to death? Let me take a little house up here in London for thee and Deb, and then we can all be together. Mrs. R. (Aghast.) And leave the farm? Deb. (Turning round.) Oh, Allen Allen. Why not? You've worked hard enough, mother--give the farm up and enjoy yourself. Mrs. R. Enjoy myself Away from Woodbarrow Farm Why, lad, thy father wur born there and brought me home there--and he died there, and thee wur born there--and there be the pigs and the poultry (Begins to cry.) Allen. (Tenderly patting her.) All right, mother, all right. Us'll keep it on. Mrs. R. (Wiping her eyes.) And thee might want to come back to it theeself some day, lad. Allen. (Laughing.) Why, thee don't think I'm going to run through two hundred thousand, do ye, mother? We Devonshire lads win fortunes, not lose 'em. (Crossing c.) Mrs. R. Ah, no, lad. But thee knows the saying "Roses blossom for a day, But stout old ivy's green alway." Thee ain't likely to lose the money, if thee can help it, lad, but us all be in God's hands, and I'll be easier in my mind if the farm's ther...