MARY
Aw richt.
ELLEN
(as she takes a coarse white cloth from a drawer, spreads it and proceeds to lay breakfast.)
Ye’ll hardly mind an accident here will ye, Mary?
MARY
Naw.
ELLEN
Naw, A thocht no’. (She has now come to the fireplace, where she sits in an arm-chair.) It’s mony a year sin’ we hud yin tae speak o’. A don’t mind o’ hearin’ the alarm bell ringin’ mair than yince, or mebbe twict since yer uncle wis kill’t. That wis somethin’ like a do. There wis mair than twinty kill’t that time an’ mebbe forty or mair that wis hurt. A’ve heard folks say there his been bigger accidents in America, but A don’t tak’ ower much notice o’ they newspaper tales masel’. Eh, it micht a’ been yesterday.