Mary. I wonder is Uncle Dan about?
Kate. Aye. He's in his workshop, Miss.
Mary (going over and knocking at door of workshop). Uncle Dan!
Daniel (appearing at door). Well, Mary?
Mary. Uncle Dan, could you give me sixpence?
Daniel (jumbling in his pockets). Sixpence? Sixpence, Mary? Bless your wee heart. Here. Here's a two shilling bit. But Mary, mum's the word. Don't tell John I gave it to you.
Mary. No. Thank you, uncle. (Daniel goes in again.) There, Kate, quick as you can and don't stop to talk to anybody. Sure you won't? (She hands Kate the money and takes up the recipe book.)
Kate. I'm not dirty looking—am I, Miss Mary?
Mary (absorbed in the book). No. You'll do grand. Flour, currants.