POLLY
Aye. That’s richt. (She goes to the street-door.) Better let her think we’re ill usin’ her than let her oot tae see them sichts.
[She turns the key and gives it to Ellen as she resumes her seat.
Aye. That’s richt. (She goes to the street-door.) Better let her think we’re ill usin’ her than let her oot tae see them sichts.
[She turns the key and gives it to Ellen as she resumes her seat.