a thing we'ld have to be done, and I'm wanting him this night,
the way he can go down into the glen when the sun goes up and
tell the people that himself is dead.

TRAMP
[Looking at the body in the sheet.] It's myself will go for him,
lady of the house, and let you not be destroying yourself with
the great rain.

NORA
You wouldn't find your way, stranger, for there's a small path
only, and it running up between two sluigs where an ass and cart
would be drowned. (She puts a shawl over her head.) Let you be
making yourself easy, and saying a prayer for his soul, and it's
not long I'll be coming again.

TRAMP
[Moving uneasily.] Maybe if you'd a piece of a grey thread and a
sharp needle -- there's great safety in a needle, lady of the
house -- I'ld be putting a little stitch here and there in my old
coat, the time I'll be praying for his soul, and it going up
naked to the saints of God.

NORA
[Takes a needle and thread from the front of her dress and gives
it to him.] There's the needle, stranger, and I'm thinking you
won't be lonesome, and you used to the back hills, for isn't a
dead man itself more company than to be sitting alone, and
hearing the winds crying, and you not knowing on what thing your
mind would stay?