I meant no harm. I thought, perhaps, Jim might ...
Though, doubtless, he was married long ago?
(Eliza does not answer. Judith’s baby begins to whimper, and she tries to hush it in an absent manner.)
Judith:
Whisht, whisht! my little lass! You mustn’t cry,
And shame the ears of decent folk. Whisht, whisht!
Eliza:
Why, that’s no way to hush the teelytoon.
Come, give the bairn to me. Come, woman, come!
(Taking the child from Judith.)
I’ll show you how to handle babies. There!
Judith:
And you would nurse my brat?