Alick. All right. But I think I know something more than you.
Mary (anxiously). What? Tell me.
Alick. Come on and leave me down the loaning a pace, and I'll tell you.
Mary (glancing at him, and then coquettishly turning her back to him as he leans against the table). Oh, I can't. Those people are coming over, and that McMinn woman will be looking at everything and telling you how to do things in front of father, and all the rest of it.
Alick (entreatingly). Leave me down the loaning a pace till I tell you the news.
Mary (teasingly). No.
Alick. Come on.
Mary. No. (Alick moves sadly towards the door. Mary looks round, and then laughingly skips past him out through the yard door, and he follows her.)
John (coming through door from inner rooms partly dressed, with a towel in his hands, evidently making much preparation to clean himself). Daniel! (Loudly and crossly.) Daniel!
Daniel (peeping out from workshop door). Well!