Three Plays by Padraic Colum
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Your hair is loose, Maire.
_Maire goes to the mirror and fixes her hair_. MAIRE The wind blew it about me, and then I let it down. I came home by the long way, just to feel young again with my hair about me. ANNE And did you meet any one? MAIRE Indeed I did. I met James Moynihan. ANNE James had to go early. They're building at his place. MAIRE Indeed they ought to let James build a house for himself. ANNE Some day they will, Maire. MAIRE But we must not let some day be a far day. ANNE _(hesitatingly)_ I think I'll show you something. MAIRE What is it, daughter? _Anne rises and goes to the dresser. She opens drawer. Maire |
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