MARY
Weel, its tied as ticht as A can mak’ it. Noo look sherp or ye’ll be late. Ye’re forgettin’ yer lamp. Dear kens whit a fix ye’d be in if A wisnae up tae look efter ye.
JOCK
It’s wi’ thinkin’ o’ you, lass.
[He takes up his lamp.
MARY
Time anough fur that when yer work’s dune.
JOCK
(as he opens the door slowly, morn has broken fully, and a hard grey light enters the room)
A’ll be hame pretty quick so ye’ll better be ready.