GRANDMOTHER (enters, puts a bundle on the table, takes off her shawl) You're not all by yourself?
MRS. HOLROYD
Yes.
GRANDMOTHER
It's a wonder you're not frightened. You've not washed his face.
MRS. HOLROYD
Why should I be afraid of him—now, mother?
GRANDMOTHER (weeping)
Ay, poor lamb, I can't think as ever you could have had reason to be frightened of him, Lizzie.
MRS. HOLROYD