Mrs. Ferguson: Shall you come with me, my dear, to Dr. Mackenzie’s?
Mrs. Stewart: I think I would rather stay at home this afternoon, Mrs. Ferguson.
[Ferguson returns and goes to his desk for a book.]
Mrs. Ferguson: Certainly, my dear. I’ll tell Maggie.
Ferguson: Very pleasant. Dr. Robertson was most instructive at lunch upon the second epistle, don’t you think? Yes.
[He bustles out.]
Mrs. Ferguson: She shall bring tea to you here.
[She goes.]
[Mrs. Stewart plays a few notes of ‘Afton Water’ on the piano. Then she changes the air, and sings very softly.]
O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad,
O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad,
Tho’ father and mother and a’ should gae mad,
O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad.