WIDOW QUIN -- [with amusement.] -- Do you hear her now, young fellow? Do you
hear the way she'll be rating at your own self when a week is by?

PEGEEN -- [to Christy.] -- Don't heed her. Tell her to go into her pigsty and
not plague us here.

WIDOW QUIN. I'm going; but he'll come with me.

PEGEEN -- [shaking him.] -- Are you dumb, young fellow?

CHRISTY -- [timidly, to Widow Quin.] -- God increase you; but I'm pot-boy in
this place, and it's here I'd liefer stay.

PEGEEN -- [triumphantly.] Now you have heard him, and go on from this.

WIDOW QUIN -- [looking round the room.] -- It's lonesome this hour crossing
the hill, and if he won't come along with me, I'd have a right maybe to stop
this night with yourselves. Let me stretch out on the settle, Pegeen Mike;
and himself can lie by the hearth.

PEGEEN -- [short and fiercely.] -- Faith, I won't. Quit off or I will send
you now.

WIDOW QUIN -- [gathering her shawl up.] -- Well, it's a terror to be aged a
score. (To Christy.) God bless you now, young fellow, and let you be wary,
or there's right torment will await you here if you go romancing with her
like, and she waiting only, as they bade me say, on a sheepskin parchment to
be wed with Shawn Keogh of Killakeen.