John. You stop here, Mary, with Sarah, and get the tea ready. You should have been in the house when company was coming. Where were you?
Mary. Oh, just down the loaning.
John. Who with?
Mary. Alick McCready.
John (sternly). Aye. You're gay fond of tralloping about with the boys.
Sarah. He's not just the sort of young man I would like to see in your company, Mary.
Mary (impertinently). It's none of your business whose company I was in.
John (disapprovingly). Now, Mary, remember your manners in front of your elders, and mind you must always show Miss McMinn particular respect. (Impressively). Particular respect. (Going towards yard door.) And you can show Sarah what you have in the house, and do what she bids you. Them's my orders. (He goes out.)
Sarah (looking disapprovingly at Mary). I wonder a girl like you has no more sense than to go gallivanting about at this time of day with boys, making talk for the whole country side.