happy again -- if it's ever happy we are, stranger, -- for I got
used to being lonesome. [A short pause; then she stands up.]

NORA
Was there any one on the last bit of the road, stranger, and you
coming from Aughrim?

TRAMP
There was a young man with a drift of mountain ewes, and he
running after them this way and that.

NORA
[With a half-smile.] Far down, stranger?

TRAMP
A piece only. [She fills the kettle and puts it on the fire.]

NORA
Maybe, if you're not easy afeard, you'ld stay here a short while
alone with himself.

TRAMP
I would surely. A man that's dead can do no hurt.

NORA
[Speaking with a sort of constraint.] I'm going a little back to
the west, stranger, for himself would go there one night and
another and whistle at that place, and then the young man you're
after seeing -- a kind of a farmer has come up from the sea to
live in a cottage beyond -- would walk round to see if there was