Well—
BLACKMORE
He's in his pit-dirt.
GRANDMOTHER
He is, bless him. We'd better have him down here, Lizzie, where we can handle him.
MRS. HOLROYD
Yes.
[She begins to put the tea things away, but drops the sugar out of the basin and the lumps fly broadcast.
BLACKMORE
Never mind, I'll pick those up. You put the children's clothes away.