Mackenzie (going over to workshop). Come out, Mr. McMinn, till I examine. (Andy comes out and he passes in.) Eh. This is the plan of the great bellows. (He laughs loudly.)
Andy. Is he making much headway with it, John?
John. Indeed, now, I think he's doing bravely at it. He's keeping very close at it this day or two.
Andy. There's a terrible amount of newspapers lying in there. Has he no other plans and drawings except what's there?
John. Oh aye. He has plenty of plans and drawings somewhere, for I seen them once or twice.
Mackenzie (coming out). I can't say much about that contrivance. (He laughs.) And, I say. Look here. He does more than draw bellows. He draws corks as well. (He produces a bottle of whiskey almost empty.)
John. Ah, well. He's not a great transgressor either in the matter of a bottle. No, no.
Andy. And the smell of smoke in the place!
Sarah. John, I think Daniel smokes far too much.
Andy. He should be dressed by now.