GRANDMOTHER
Come in an' shut the door—it's a cold that gets in your bones. (She goes in)
MRS. HOLROYD
Perhaps while he's in bed we shall have time to change him. It's an ill wind brings no good. He'll happen be a better man.
GRANDMOTHER
Well, you can but try. Many a woman's thought the same.
MRS. HOLROYD
Oh, dear, I wish somebody would come. He's never been hurt since we were married.
GRANDMOTHER