MARY (comes forward into the room)
A’ll awa’ tae the pit noo, auntie.
ELLEN
Tak’ yer hurry, lass.
MARY
A cannae wait, A must ken.
ELLEN
Sit doon.
MARY
A cannae sit doon an’ listen tae you twa talkin’ that way. First ye’ve got ‘im kill’t an’ then ye bury ‘im, an’ next ye’ll be argying whit’s tae go on his grave-stane an’ aw the time ye don’t sae much as ken if he’s hurt.