MARY. I got some silly thing this morning that I tore up.
MACKENZIE. I'm sorry. I'm verra fond of you, Mary.
MACKENZIE. A girl like you is lost here, you know. Now, if you were a Scotch lassie you would have a great time enjoying yourself. In a place like Greenock we have a theatre, and we have a music hall and a cinematograph show on Saturdays and trains to Glasgow. You could have a grand time in Scotland.
MARY. Do you really like me, Mr. Mackenzie?
MARY. Well. Look here. I would like you very, very much too, if you----
MARY. I'd even let you call me Mary, and write to me if you wanted to, if you would do me a favour.
MARY. Uncle Dan has brought home his fan bellows, and it works.
MACKENZIE (_laughs_). The fan bellows! I think he'll never make much of a fortune of his fan bellows.
MARY. Do you ever examine new inventions?
MACKENZIE. Aye. I'm a specialist on that, you know. I'm the writer of the inventions column in the Scottish----
MARY. Yes. Yes. That's all right. I know. Are all the inventions you write about good things?
MACKENZIE. Eh? Ninety-nine per cent. rotten, lassie. Ninety-nine per cent. perfectly rotten. People don't invent a reciprocating piston that works every day in the week, or a fan bellows either.
MARY. But if you liked the inventor you could do him a good turn all the same?
MARY. Then could you do a good turn for Uncle Dan?
MACKENZIE. Give the bellows a boost up. No, Mary. I could nae. I don't like to grieve you, but committing perjury--No. I couldn't do it, Mary.
MARY (_coming closer_). Yes. You would. You'd do it for me. Won't you?
MARY. Look. Uncle Dan has his new fan bellows in that workshop. Go in and look at it, and if you do like me really, you could tell the McMinns that it was good--even if it wasn't quite perfect.
MACKENZIE (_hesitatingly_). Um. I'll consider the question.
(DANIEL _re-enters. He stops short on seeing_ MACKENZIE, _and seems to become very uncomfortable._)
MARY. Uncle Dan! Mr. Mackenzie's going to examine your bellows.
DANIEL. I don't allow everybody to go and look at it. No. I refuse. It's my property and no one else's.
MARY. Uncle Dan. (_She looks at him meaningly._) Mr. Mackenzie has promised to give his opinion on it.
DANIEL. It's not protected yet by patent.