JUDITH:
I’m tired enough, God kens--
Bone-weary: but we’ll not stay long, to shame you:
And you can send us packing in good time,
Before your company comes.

(_She enters, and seats herself on a chair near the door. ELIZA busies
herself, laying the table for tea, and there is silence for a while._)

JUDITH:
And so, Jim’s gone
To fetch the company?

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?