Ellen.
And we feel for him, don't we Grand-da? You mustn't look so cross, Robbie. You know that they think you're too much wrapped up in that fiddle of yours, and they want to break you off it.
Robbie John.
Determinedly.
That they never will; never.
Ellen.
Coaxingly.
Oh! look grandfather at the cross Robbie.
Grandfather.