barrels of porter in Jimmy Farrell's creel cart on the evening of the coming
Fair to Mister Michael James Flaherty. With the best compliments of this
season. Margaret Flaherty.

SHAWN KEOGH -- [a fat and fair young man comes in as she signs, looks round
awkwardly, when he sees she is alone.] -- Where's himself?

PEGEEN -- [without looking at him.] -- He's coming. (She directs the letter.)
To Mister Sheamus Mulroy, Wine and Spirit Dealer, Castlebar.

SHAWN -- [uneasily.] -- I didn't see him on the road.

PEGEEN. How would you see him (licks stamp and puts it on letter) and it dark
night this half hour gone by?

SHAWN -- [turning towards the door again.] -- I stood a while outside
wondering would I have a right to pass on or to walk in and see you, Pegeen
Mike (comes to fire), and I could hear the cows breathing, and sighing in the
stillness of the air, and not a step moving any place from this gate to the
bridge.

PEGEEN -- [putting letter in envelope.] -- It's above at the cross-roads he
is, meeting Philly Cullen; and a couple more are going along with him to Kate
Cassidy's wake.

SHAWN -- [looking at her blankly.] -- And he's going that length in the dark
night?

PEGEEN -- [impatiently.] He is surely, and leaving me lonesome on the scruff
of the hill. (She gets up and puts envelope on dresser, then winds clock.)