Gordon.
Here, Roto, fetch along the drinks! (Roto hurries into the house.)
1st Shep.
(Hovering near car, to Gordon.) Eh! But it’s a fair miracle. Boss!
Gordon.
(Leaving the car and coming to outskirts of group, down left.) Like all miracles, it don’t seem sure to work.
(Roto returns, with tray of drinks and tumblers. Gordon helps to hand them round.)
Gordon.
(To 1st Shepherd, stretching out with a tumbler towards him.) Here you are.
1st Shep.