MAIRE
Well?

ANNE
James says it's about me.

MAIRE
About you? O, I wish some one would put me into a song, or into a poem;
I suppose a poem would be best. You might ask James. No, I'll coax him
myself. Ah, no I won't, Anne.

ANNE
You may keep it for a while, but don't let any one know.

MAIRE
He must be very fond of you, and I thinking him so quiet.

ANNE
_(happy)_ He has grand thoughts about me.

MAIRE
Well, you'll be seeing him to-night.

ANNE
I don't know that I'll go out to-night.

MAIRE
Sure Grace Moynihan asked us to go over.

ANNE