POLLY
Sit still, lassie. Ye’d better wait.
MARY.
Oh, A don’t know whit ye’re made o’-you twa. Ye sit there quiet an’ calm as if there wis naethin’ the maitter.
ELLEN
We’re auld enough tae ken we cannae dae nae guid. Hae ye made the bed?
Aye,
ELLEN
Weel, there’s a bottle o’ brandy in the room-press. We micht need it.
Aye. It’s harder when ye’re young tae haud yersel’ in. It disnae come natural tae her, no’ bein’ born tae pits like us. Her mither mairret a weaver chap in Dundee an’ brought her up tae mills. It tak’s mair than a year or twa tae git intae the wey o’ pits when ye’re born strange tae them.