SARA -- [eagerly.] Don't mind her. Did you kill him then?

CHRISTY. "She's too good for the like of you," says he, "and go on now or
I'll flatten you out like a crawling beast has passed under a dray." "You
will not if I can help it," says I. "Go on," says he, "or I'll have the divil
making garters of your limbs tonight." "You will not if I can help it," says
I. [He sits up, brandishing his mug.]

SARA. You were right surely.

CHRISTY -- [impressively.] With that the sun came out between the cloud and
the hill, and it shining green in my face. "God have mercy on your soul,"
says he, lifting a scythe; "or on your own," says I, raising the loy.
SUSAN. That's a grand story.

HONOR. He tells it lovely.

CHRISTY -- [flattered and confident, waving bone.] -- He gave a drive with the
scythe, and I gave a lep to the east. Then I turned around with my back to
the north, and I hit a blow on the ridge of his skull, laid him stretched out,
and he split to the knob of his gullet. [He raises the chicken bone to his
Adam'sapple.

GIRLS -- [together.] Well, you're a marvel! Oh, God bless you! You're the
lad surely!

SUSAN. I'm thinking the Lord God sent him this road to make a second husband
to the Widow Quin, and she with a great yearning to be wedded, though all
dread her here. Lift him on her knee, Sara Tansey.