GRANDMOTHER
Then he'll have to have his father's. Let me look at the shirt, Lizzie. (Mrs. Holroyd takes one from the dresser drawer) This'll never do—a cold, canvas thing wi' a turn down collar. I s'll 'ave to fetch his father's. (Suddenly) You don't want no other woman to touch him, to wash him and lay him out, do you?
MRS. HOLROYD (weeping)
No.
GRANDMOTHER
Then I'll fetch him his father's gear. We mustn't let him set, he'll be that heavy, bless him. (She takes her shawl) I shan't be more than a few minutes, an' the young fellow can stop here till I come back.
BLACKMORE
Can't I go for you, Mrs. Holroyd?
GRANDMOTHER
No. You couldn't find the things. We'll wash him as soon as I get back, Lizzie.