Ye’d best be makin’ his bed.
MARY
Yes, auntie.
ELLEN
Whit are ye greetin’ fur, lass? We ken naethin’ yit, an’ if we did, greetin’ ‘ll no’ mend it. It’ll dae Jock nae guid, nae maitter hoo he is, to see ye slobberin’ whin he comes in. (Mary dries her eyes and begins to clear the table.) Whit are ye daein’ that fur?
MARY
A don’t know. A thocht——
ELLEN
A body mun eat. Let things be. A tell’t ye tae gang tae the room and mak’ his bed.