bitter thing to think of him floating that way to the far
north, and no one to keen him but the black hags that do
be flying on the sea?

NORA
[Swinging herself round, and throwing out her arms on the
clothes.]

And isn't it a pitiful thing when there is nothing left of a
man who was a great rower and fisher, but a bit of an old shirt
and a plain stocking?

CATHLEEN
[After an instant.]

Tell me is herself coming, Nora? I hear a little sound on the
path.

NORA
[Looking out.]

She is, Cathleen. She's coming up to the door.

CATHLEEN
Put these things away before she'll come in. Maybe it's easier
she'll be after giving her blessing to Bartley, and we won't
let on we've heard anything the time he's on the sea.

NORA
[Helping Cathleen to close the bundle.]