Kate. Maybe it's yon Scotch body I heard was stopping with them.
Brown. Aye. Yon Mackenzie. Ach, man, but yon creature would scunder you.
Kate. Aye.
Brown. Ach! Cracking jokes and laughing that hearty at them, and I'm danged if a bat with one eye shut could make out what he was laughing at. (Listening.) Here they are. I hear the wheels coming up the loaning. I'll have to go and put up the horse for them I suppose. (He goes out by yard door.)
Kate. I wonder if the master seen them coming. (She rapidly clears the table and then goes over to door into room.) I better tell him. (She knocks at the door.)
John (without). Aye. (He comes and opens the door, dressed in his best suit of clothes.) What's the matter?
Kate. They're just come, sir.
John (excitedly). Are they? (Comes into kitchen.) Is my tie right, Kate? And my clothes—is there any dirt on the back of them?
Kate (inspecting him critically). You'll do grand. I never seen you looking better.
John. Where's Mary? Why isn't she here?