MOLLY -- [volubly.] -- God bless you, Martin. I've holy water
here, from the grave of the four saints of the west, will have
you cured in a short while and seeing like ourselves.

TIMMY -- [crosses to Molly, interrupting her.] -- He's heard
that. God help you. But where at all is the Saint, and what way
is he after trusting the holy water with the likes of you?

MOLLY BYRNE. He was afeard to go a far way with the clouds is
coming beyond, so he's gone up now through the thick woods to say
a prayer at the crosses of Grianan, and he's coming on this road
to the church.

TIMMY -- [still astonished.] -- And he's after leaving the holy
water with the two of you? It's a wonder, surely. [Comes down
left a little.]

MOLLY BYRNE. The lads told him no person could carry them things
through the briars, and steep, slippy-feeling rocks he'll be
climbing above, so he looked round then, and gave the water, and
his big cloak, and his bell to the two of us, for young girls,
says he, are the cleanest holy people you'd see walking the
world. [Mary Doul goes near seat.]

MARY DOUL -- [sits down, laughing to herself.] -- Well, the
Saint's a simple fellow, and it's no lie.

MARTIN DOUL -- [leaning forward, holding out his hands.] -- Let
you give me the water in my hand, Molly Byrne, the way I'll know