Eliza:
Ay, Jim has gone ...
(She breaks off again abruptly, and says no more for a while. Presently she goes to the oven, takes out a griddle-cake, splits and butters it, and hands it to Judith.)
Eliza:
Likely, you’re hungry, and could do with a bite?
Judith (taking it):
I’m famished. Cake! We’re grand, to-day, indeed!
And scones and bannocks—carties, quite a spread!
It’s almost like a wedding.
Eliza:
A wedding, woman?
Can’t folk have scones and bannocks and singing-hinnies,
But you must prate of weddings—you, and all!
Judith: