eterminedly.]
That they never will; never.
ELLEN.
[Coaxingly.]
Oh! look grandfather at the cross Robbie.
GRANDFATHER.
[Gazing amusedly at Robbie John.]
Indeed, Robbie, you look like them prize fightin' men ye see up in the
town.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Well, there; is that any better.
[He smiles half bitterly.]
ELLEN.
A wee bit. I wish Jennie Graeme seen you with that face. You wouldn't
get your arm round her so easy then; would he Grand-da?
GRANDFATHER.
A bonny wee girl she is, and has a fine farm and land comin' till her.
[Aside.]
Boys a dear but these musicians gets the fine weemin.
ROBBIE JOHN.
There, there; and creamery managers sometimes gets them too, Grand-da.
GRANDFATHER.
Indeed, that Taylor man will get a body can cook sowans anyway.
ELLEN.
[Looking through window.]
Here's mother.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Enters and sits down exhausted on chair
at side of table next door.]
That sows a torment. I just had her out and back she doubles again.
She just has me fair out of wind turnin' her out.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Rising and making toward door into room.]
I can go and have some practisin' now.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Robbie John, I seen the carts comin' up the loanin'. Your father will
be in, in no time. He'll no be pleased to see you han'lin' that,
[pointing to the fiddle.]
just when he comes back.
[Starts up as if suddenly reminded.]
I must go and get them eggs counted.
[Goes out again through door to yard.]
ELLEN.
Aye, Robbie; don't take it. He'll just think you've been playin' that
all the time he was away. And he's always that cross after markets,
you couldn't stand him.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Sitting down again.]
You're right. I don't want another talkin' to like the last one; but
its hard.
[He takes up a stick from fuel beside fireplace
and starts whittling it. The rattle of carts
is heard. Samuel James passes the window and
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