Don't think o' that Robbie. Sure every man that plays a fiddle, thinks he's a genius. Don't be led astray son.
William John Granahan.
Coaxingly.
Aye. Your grand-da has sense wi' him Robbie. After all what about it. Man there's that bonny wee lass waitin' for you over at Graemes. To the fire wi' it.
Robbie John hesitates. The grandfather pats him approvingly. With bowed head he goes forward to place it on the fire.
Curtain.