The Bakehouse

Ciw-restr ar gyfer Mrs Richards

(Mrs Morgan) {Without.}
 
(Mrs Evans) {Standing right side of table at back, begins to polish tins on table.}
(1, 0) 454 Noswath dda 'chi, Mrs. Evans.
 
(1, 0) 456 Good night, Mrs. Howells.
(1, 0) 457 (Seats herself on chair at end of table on left, facing MRS. HOWELLS.
(Mrs Evans) Noswath dda; noswath dda, Jinnie.
 
(Jinnie) Pretty well, thank you, indeed, Mrs. Howells.
(1, 0) 462 I suppose the bread won't be long now, Mrs. Evans?
(Mrs Evans) Not long now, indeed.
 
(Mrs Evans) {Pointing to chair left of table at back.}
(1, 0) 467 I was just saying to Jinnie─
(Mrs Price) Noswath dda 'chi i gyd!
 
(1, 0) 478 Well, indeed, I was saying to our Jinnie here, p'raps Mrs. Price Shop Loshin would be up in the bakehouse: bit early.
(1, 0) 479 Wasn't I, Jinnie?
(Jinnie) Yes, yes.
 
(Jinnie) Just after supper.
(1, 0) 482 Richards has gone down the valley to see my son-in-law.
(1, 0) 483 P'raps you've heard me mention my son-in-law the minister, Mrs Howells?
(Mrs Howells) {With frigid sweetness.}
 
(Mrs Howells) {Looks up from the newspaper, at which, from now on, she frequently glances between her remarks.}
(1, 0) 487 I don't know why he should have such looks on Richards's opinion; but he's always asking your father's advice, isn't he, Jinnie fach?
(Jinnie) Always, indeed!
 
(Mrs Evans) Well, indeed, now, say what you like; there's nothing nicer than broad beans and a bit of bacon.
(1, 0) 491 Of course, they've made Richards a deacon in Horeb.
(1, 0) 492 That's one thing─
(Jinnie) And my brother-in-law was saying he ought to have been elected years ago.
 
(Mrs Evans) Come in, you!
(1, 0) 502 And how is Mr. Jones to-night, Mrs. Jones?
(1, 0) 503 Is the rheumatic on him all the time?
(Mrs Jones) Well, indeed, he'a a bit better, Mrs. Richards.
 
(Mrs Jones) He was able to dig a few taters this morning.
(1, 0) 506 Very good, indeed.
(1, 0) 507 Da iawn yn wir!
(1, 0) 508 (With unctuous sympathy to MRS. HOWELLS.)
(1, 0) 509 And how is your poor husband, Mrs. Howells?
(Mrs Howells) Oh! he's eating his allowance pretty hearty, thank you, Mrs. Richards.
 
(Mrs Howells) Oh! he's eating his allowance pretty hearty, thank you, Mrs. Richards.
(1, 0) 511 I feel I ought to tell you, Mrs. Howells, how sorry I am about what happened in Horeb.
(1, 0) 512 I've said all along it was such an awful pity.
(1, 0) 513 Our Jinnie here will tell you the same─
(Mrs Howells) I'm sure she will, Mrs. Richards.
 
(Mrs Howells) I'm sure she will, Mrs. Richards.
(1, 0) 515 But Richards's conscience wouldn't let him rest.
 
(1, 0) 517 And he'd not long been made a deacon.
(Mrs Howells) Every new broom sweeps clean, as we all know.
 
(Mrs Howells) Every new broom sweeps clean, as we all know.
(1, 0) 519 And, of course, it was such a disgrace on the chapel.
(Mrs Howells) Well, I wouldn't like to be the one to say so, Mrs. Richards; but you ought to know your own husband best─
 
(1, 0) 523 I am referring, Mrs. Howells, to your husband being brought home in a barrow on a Saturday night.
(Mrs Howells) {With mock humility.}
 
(Mrs Evans) Hers it is.
(1, 0) 544 So she's started baking then, Mrs. Evans?
(Mrs Evans) Yes.
 
(Mrs Price) Handy kind of wife, I must say, making bread and not putting her mark!
(1, 0) 556 You can't feed a man on bonnets, Mrs. Price.
(Mrs Jones) Well, only beginning she is, I suppose.
 
(Mrs Jones) Yes, there you, many!
(1, 0) 563 People can be very deceiving, Mrs. Evans.
(Mrs Howells) {Heartily.}
 
(1, 0) 567 You know what girls are to-day, Mrs. Price.
(Mrs Howells) Very much what they were yesterday, I expect.
 
(1, 0) 583 Well, Jinnie fach, if ever you should happen to get married, I hope it'll be to a man that can walk home on a Saturday night.
(Maggie) {In doorway.}
 
(Mrs Howells) Yes─her two husbands─
(1, 0) 629 Both of them?
(Mrs Howells) Yes, Yanto and Zachariah.
 
(1, 0) 696 Yes, Mrs. Evans, if there's one thing I do like to see, it's people showing respect for the dead.
(Mrs Price) {As she enters.}
 
(1, 0) 756 I'm sure I'm very glad─