I must go and get them eggs counted.
Goes out again through door to yard.
Ellen.
Aye, Robbie; don't take it. He'll just think you've been playin' that all the time he was away. And he's always that cross after markets, you couldn't stand him.
Robbie John.
Sitting down again.
You're right. I don't want another talkin' to like the last one; but its hard.
He takes up a stick from fuel beside fireplace and starts whittling it. The rattle of carts is heard. Samuel James passes the window and walks in. He is partially intoxicated, enough only to make him talkative.
Ellen.
Well, how did the fair go off?