I heerd up at Bann to-day, that ye won three poun' at the Feis at Newcastle a Monday. ELLEN. I knew that on Tuesday. It was fine of Robbie wasn't it? SAMUEL JAMES. It all depends. Da heard it for the first time to-day and I can tell you it didn't seem fine to him. Coorse a poun' or two would ha'e made a differ o' opinion same as it done wi' you I expect. ELLEN. You needn't sneer at me. It was me told Robbie to keep it. He was goin' to give it all up. I wouldn't be so mean as to take it off him. SAMUEL JAMES. Oh you're an unusual sort of young woman I know but if Robbie John takes my advice, he better choose quick between playin' the fiddle and stayin' on here. ROBBIE JOHN. Give up my fiddle. Never. SAMUEL JAMES. Well you can plaze yourself. I suppose you could make as much by fiddlin' as if you stayed on here and waited till we had the place divid among the three of us. ELLEN. Why I heard from Mr. Taylor that father was worth four or five hundred pounds and then the two farms. GRANDFATHER. Aye. You'd be a long time Robbie John earnin' that wi' your fiddle. Don't heed his fool talk son. Stay at home and nivir mind the musicians. ELLEN. Robbie dear, and I'm sure Mr. Graeme would never let his daughter marry a penniless fiddler--even if she would herself. I don't know. She might and she--mightn't. SAMUEL JAMES. [Rising from table and stretching himself.] Coorse if he made a name for himself he could marry the landlord's daughter. I heerd the quality go mad after the musicianers. [Makes to door.] Well I'm going to wash my hands. [Goes out to yard.] GRANDFATHER. Robbie dear. Come here. ROBBIE JOHN. Aye. What is it? GRANDFATHER. Take heed till yourself. I know what's going on better nor you. Take an ould man's advice. Settle yourself down and give up that string instrument. Coorse I daresay you may go and become a great man wi' it but you're more like to become a cratur like thon that was in as not. There's no good runnin' risks. And your father, I heerd him say himself, if you make your bed, you'll lie on it, for he'll nivir help you out, once you take to the fiddlin'. ELLEN. Aye Robbie. Its far better not to run the risk of becoming a beggar man. ROBBIE JOHN. Well I'll think over it Ellen. I'll think over it. GRANDFATHER. Robbie, come out wi' me. [The two go out by door into yard. William John and Mrs. Granahan come in arguing excitedly.] MRS. GRANAHAN. Well you can ha'e the poun' if you like, but I can tell you its a sore pinch to make things do, what with the price of the sugar riz up and the flour.