CHRISTY, with infinite admiration.
How would a lovely, handsome woman the like of you be lonesome when all men should be thronging around to hear the sweetness of your voice, and the little infant children should be pestering your steps, I'm thinking, and you walking the roads.
PEGEEN.
I'm hard set to know what way a coaxing fellow the like of yourself should be lonesome either.
CHRISTY.
Coaxing?
PEGEEN.
Would you have me think a man never talked with the girls would have the words you've spoken to-day? It's only letting on you are to be lonesome, the way you'd get around me now.
CHRISTY.
I wish to God I was letting on; but I was lonesome all times, and born lonesome, I'm thinking, as the moon of dawn. (Going to door.)
PEGEEN, puzzled by his talk.
Well, it's a story I'm not understanding at all
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