The door?
ELLEN
Aye.
POLLY
Aye. That’s richt. (She goes to the street-door.) Better let her think we’re ill usin’ her than let her oot tae see them sichts.
[She turns the key and gives it to Ellen as she resumes her seat.
ELLEN
Thenk ye, Polly. (She pockets the key) Help me tae mak’ talk noo and keep her mind aff it.
MARY (enters with a bottle)
There’s the brandy.