CATHLEEN
[Cutting the string.]

It is surely. There was a man in here a while ago -- the man
sold us that knife -- and he said if you set off walking from
the rocks beyond, it would be seven days you'd be in Donegal.

NORA
And what time would a man take, and he floating?

[Cathleen opens the bundle and takes out a bit of a stocking.
They look at them eagerly.]

CATHLEEN
[In a low voice.]

The Lord spare us, Nora! isn't it a queer hard thing to say if
it's his they are surely?

NORA
I'll get his shirt off the hook the way we can put the one
flannel on the other [she looks through some clothes hanging in
the corner.] It's not with them, Cathleen, and where will it
be?

CATHLEEN
I'm thinking Bartley put it on him in the morning, for his own
shirt was heavy with the salt in it [pointing to the corner].
There's a bit of a sleeve was of the same stuff. Give me that