MARY DOUL -- [persuasively, to Timmy.] -- Maybe they're hanging a
thief, above at the bit of a tree. I'm told it's a great sight
to see a man hanging by his neck; but what joy would that be to
ourselves, and we not seeing it at all?

TIMMY -- [more pleasantly.] -- They're hanging no one this day,
Mary Doul, and yet, with the help of God, you'll see a power
hanged before you die.

MARY DOUL. Well you've queer hum-bugging talk. . . . What way
would I see a power hanged, and I a dark woman since the seventh
year of my age?

TIMMY. Did ever you hear tell of a place across a bit of the
sea, where there is an island, and the grave of the four
beautiful saints?

MARY DOUL. I've heard people have walked round from the west and
they speaking of that.

TIMMY -- [impressively.] -- There's a green ferny well, I'm told,
behind of that place, and if you put a drop of the water out of
it on the eyes of a blind man, you'll make him see as well as any
person is walking the world.

MARTIN DOUL -- [with excitement.] -- Is that the truth, Timmy?
I'm thinking you're telling a lie.

TIMMY -- [gruffly.] -- That's the truth, Martin Doul, and you may