GERTRUDE. Reading. [He sits, humming a tune, while HEPPY takes off his shoes and gives him his slippers.]
HEPHZIBAH. Eh, Maister Amos, it's good to see thee sae gladsome.
AMOS. Home, Heppy, home!
HEPHZIBAH. Aye, hame!
AMOS. With our savings!
HEPHZIBAH. With our savings!
HEPHZIBAH. Thy savings—!
AMOS. Tsch! Get on with your packing.
[HEPHZIBAH goes out, carrying the travelling-bag and AMOS'S shoes. He exchanges the coat he is wearing for a shabby little black jacket which GERTRUDE brings him.]
GERTRUDE. [Filling AMOS'S pipe.] Well, dear! Go on!