and it will do.

[Nora brings it to her and they compare the flannel.]

CATHLEEN
It's the same stuff, Nora; but if it is itself aren't there
great rolls of it in the shops of Galway, and isn't it many
another man may have a shirt of it as well as Michael himself?

NORA
[Who has taken up the stocking and counted the stitches, crying
out.]

It's Michael, Cathleen, it's Michael; God spare his soul, and
what will herself say when she hears this story, and Bartley on
the sea?

CATHLEEN
[Taking the stocking.]

It's a plain stocking.

NORA
It's the second one of the third pair I knitted, and I put up
three score stitches, and I dropped four of them.

CATHLEEN
[Counts the stitches.]

It's that number is in it [crying out.] Ah, Nora, isn't it a