ELLEN
They must bring him here, Polly, nae maitter whit he’s like.
POLLY
Aye. A body likes tae dae fur her ain. Whaur’s the lass? Awa’ tae the piti.
ELLEN
Makin’ his bed in case its needet.
POLLY
That’s richt. Don’t let her oot.
ELLEN
No’ if A can help it. She wantet tae go, but A widnae huv it. Ye’ll see things at a pit-heid efter an accident that’s no fit fur a young yin. Waste her life fur her to be there whin they’re brung up.