d kill pigs, and drive the cow!

JANE. Why couldn't that stupid Mary hold her tongue after keeping the
secret thirteen years, and settle down for life with that clumsy Edward.
I hate the sight of him! I don't believe, but what it is all a trick she
is trying to play off.

PATRICK. I'll bet my head, it is!

EDWARD. Don't insult my mother. She is poor, but honest. I cannot hear
you accusing her.

_Enter_ ANDREW _with a basket, shovel, and rake._

ANDREW (_whistles_). Wheugh! Is it true then, that Master Edward is not
Mrs. Langdon's son?

JANE. Yes, indeed! Just look at the poor boy; we are so sorry for him!
and though he has teazed us a great deal, we feel for him with all our
hearts.

ANDREW. Just so with me. He has put me in a rage no end of times, and
when I was scolded before you all, this morning, I was as mad as a wasp
with the toothache. But since I have heard of his great misfortune, I am
sure, I would not bear him malice for the world; so I have come to make
friends with him, before he goes away.

EDWARD. Dear Andrew! (_He weeps again._)

ANDREW. Here! I have brought you a basket and some tools; they will be
useful to you in your new situation; and here is my silver watch, it
goes splendidly! but you must not wear it every day, you must save it
for Sundays. I give it to you, that you may remember me, and say, "My
friend Andrew gave me this watch, because he loved me."

EDWARD. How kind you are to me, who have deserved it so little! Pray
forgive me, and forget my bad conduct.

ANDREW. I forgive you with all my heart! and now that you are in
trouble, I remember nothing. I will come to see you next Sunday evening,
and bring you some nice little present. Keep up a stout heart, and a
stiff upper lip; you are not used to work, and at first it will come
very hard; ploughing is not quite so easy as playing cat's cradle, and
backgammon in the parlor. You will have no dancing, unless a mad bull
gallops after you, when, no doubt, you will practise double quickstep to
perfection. All the gay pleasures you have now, will be lost to you; but
there is one happiness, worth all the rest, which you can keep if you
please; and _that is a clear conscience_. Serve God, love your parents,
and work faithfully, and you will be sure to possess this great
blessing, and consequently be happy.

EDWARD. Thank you, Andrew, for such good advice; but will you all love
me when I am gone?

ALL THREE AT ONCE. Yes, indeed