Can’t folk have scones and bannocks and singing-hinnies,
But you must prate of weddings--you, and all!

JUDITH:
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?

ELIZA:
A bairn’s a bairn--
Ay, even though its mother ...

(_Breaks off abruptly, and stands, gazing before her, clasping the baby
to her bosom._)