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? LIZZIE (_helplessly_). Naething--feyther, stop it. They'll think ye're clean daft. DAVID (_ceasing to howl and speaking with gravity_). I ken it fine, Lizzie; an' it's no easy for a man who has been respeckit an' lookit up to a' his life to be thought daft at eighty-three; but the most important thing in life is to get yer ain way. (_Resumes wailing._) LIZZIE (_puzzled, to_ JOHN). Whit's that? JOHN. It's his philosophy that he was talking aboot. DAVID (_firmly_). An' I'm gaein' to tell wee Alexander yon bit story, tho' they think me daft for it. LIZZIE. But it's no' for his ain guid, feyther. I've telt ye so, but ye wudna listen. DAVID. I wudna listen, wumman! It was you wudna listen to me when I axed ye whit harm--(_Chuckles.--Checking himself_) No! I'm no gaein' to hae that ower again. I've gied up arguing wi' women. I'm juist gaein' tae greet loud an' sair till wee Alexander's brought in here to hae his bit story; an' if the neighbors--(_Loud squall._) LIZZIE (_aside to_ JOHN). He's fair daft! JOHN (_aghast_). Ye'd no send him to-- LIZZIE (_reproachfully_). John! (_A louder squall from the old man._) LIZZIE (_beating her hands together distractedly_). He'll be --We'll--He'll--Och!!! (_Resigned and beaten_) John, go and bring wee Alexander in here. (JOHN _is off like a shot. The opening of the door of the other room can be told by the burst of_ ALEXANDER'S _voice. The old man's wails have stopped the second his daughter capitulated. JOHN returns with_ ALEXANDER _and bears him to his grandfather's waiting knee. The boy's tears and howls have ceased and he is smiling triumphantly. He is of course in his night-shirt and a blanket, which Grandpa wraps round him, turning toward the fire._) LIZZIE (_looking on with many nods of the head and smacks of the lips_). There you are! That's the kind o' boy he is. Greet his heart oot for a thing an' stop the moment he gets it. DAVID. Dae ye expect him to gae on after he's got it? Ah, but, Alexander, ye didna get it yer lane this time; it took the twa o' us. An' hard work it was for the Auld Yin! Man! (_Playing hoarse_) I doot I've enough voice left for a--(_Bursting out very loud and making the boy laugh._) Aweel! Whit's it gaein' to be--eh? [CURTAIN] SPREADING THE NEWS[1] Lady Gregory