And old and watty: but there’s no harm in him.

(_Goes towards settle._)

Come, dad, and jog your wits, and stir your stumps,
And welcome ... What the devil’s this? Whose brat ...

EZRA:
Whose brat? And who should ken--although they say,
It’s a wise father knows his own child. Ay!
If he’s the devil, you’re the devil’s brat,
And I’m the devil’s daddy. Happen you came
Before the parson had time to read the prayers.
But, he’s a rum dad ...

(_JUDITH ELLERSHAW steps forward to take the child from EZRA._)

JIM:
Judith Ellershaw!
Why, lass, where ever have ...

(_He steps towards her, then stops in confusion. Nobody speaks as JUDITH
goes towards the settle, takes the child from EZRA, and wraps it in
her shawl. She is moving to the door when PHŒBE steps before her and
closes it, then turns and faces JUDITH._)

PHŒBE:
You shall not go.

JUDITH: