CATHLEEN
[A little impatiently.]

God forgive you; isn't it a better thing to raise your voice
and tell what you seen, than to be making lamentation for a
thing that's done? Did you see Bartley, I'm saying to you?

MAURYA
[With a weak voice.]

My heart's broken from this day.

CATHLEEN
[As before.]

Did you see Bartley?

MAURYA
I seen the fearfulest thing.

CATHLEEN
[Leaves her wheel and looks out.]

God forgive you; he's riding the mare now over the green head,
and the gray pony behind him.

MAURYA
[Starts, so that her shawl falls back from her head and shows
her white tossed hair. With a frightened voice.]