Mary (going towards yard door). Good luck, Uncle Danny. I'm away. (She goes out.)
Daniel. There's not much here about bellows. (Hopelessly.) I wish I had made up this subject a little better. (Kate comes in evidently much perturbed and angry.)
Kate. The divil take her and them remarks of hers. Who gave her the right to go searching that way, I wonder? Where's the silver kept, and was it locked, and how many spoons was there, and why weren't they better polished; and part of the china broke.
Sarah (coming to door and speaking. As soon as Daniel hears her voice he hurriedly retreats across to the workshop.) Where do you keep the knives and forks?
Kate. You don't want forks for the tea.
Sarah. I want to count them.
Kate (in amazement). Oh, God save us! You'd think there was a pross on the house! (She follows Sarah in through door Mackenzie comes in, followed by John, then Andy.)
Mackenzie. And it was a great idea, you know. The steam passed through the condenser, and the exhaust was never open to the atmosphere.
John (evidently much impressed, and repeating the word in a wondering manner) Aye. The exhaust!
Mackenzie. Aye. The exhaust. But now I'm verra anxious to hear your brother explaining what he's made out about the bellows. Its the small things like that you ken that a man makes a fortune of, not the big ones.