Mackenzie. It would, and more.
John (looking at Sarah with evident admiration). Man, that's a saving woman. She can count the pounds. (Suddenly). Daniel, away out and show Andy and Mr. Mackenzie the thresher, and get used to the company, and then you can come in and explain the thing to them. I want Sarah to stay here and help me to make the tea. That fool of a Mary is away again somewhere.
Andy (after a sly glance at Sarah). Aye. Come on, Daniel, and explain it to us. I hear there's a new kind of feedboard on her.
Mackenzie. How is she driven, Mr. Murray?
Daniel (uncomfortably). How is she what?
Mackenzie. How is she worked—steam, horse, or water power, which?
John (motioning Daniel to go, which the latter does very unwillingly). Go on out and you can show them, Daniel. (Daniel, Andy, and Mackenzie go out through yard door.) He's backward, you know, Sarah, oh, aye—backward; but a great head. A great head on him, Daniel.
Sarah. I suppose he is clever in his way.
John (seating himself close beside her and talking with innocent enthusiasm). Ah, boys, Sarah, I mind when he went to serve his time with McArthurs, of Ballygrainey, he was as clever a boy as come out of the ten townlands. And then he set up for himself, you know, and lost all, and then he come here. He's doing his best, poor creature, till pay me for what kindness I showed him, by trying to invent things that he says would maybe pay off, some time or other, all he owes to me.
Sarah (cynically). Poor Daniel! And he lost all his money?