JOHN. Aye.
DAVID. Did it no' occur to ye then that there ought to be some sort of dispensation to look after the auld yins who were past it?
JOHN. No.
DAVID. Aweel—it didna occur to me at the time—(and he lets off another prolonged wail).
LIZZIE (going to him). Shsh! Feyther! The neighbors will hear ye!!!
DAVID (desisting as before). I ken fine; I'm no' at the back of the hoose. (Shorter wail.)
LIZZIE (almost in tears). They'll be coming to ask.
DAVID. Let them. They'll no'ask me. (Squall.)
LIZZIE. Feyther—ye're no'behaving well. John—
JOHN. Aye?