She goes and looks through door into room.
Look at the time it is and your father and Samuel James niver back yet Ellen. They're terrible late o' comin'.
Ellen.
Och, I suppose they've met some dealer at the fair and are driving a hard bargain as usual.
Grandfather.
I wonner if they got that foal red off their hands yet. It'll be a job I'm thinkin'. He was a miserable baste, and tarr'ble broken in the wind.
Ellen.
Och, trust father to make that all right. I heard Mr. Taylor, of the creamery, say that father could sell you skim milk for cream, better than any man he knew.
Mrs. Granahan.
Seating herself at chair beside table at back.