Mrs. Granahan.
Arranging plates on dresser and turning round.
I wish some one would stop that boy's fool nonsense wi' his fiddle. He's far too fond o' playin'. It would stand him better to mind his work.
Calls.
Robbie!
Louder.
D'you hear me Robbie?
Ellen.
Oh, let the boy be, mother. Its the first time I've heard him at it this week.
Grandfather.