CATHLEEN
[Spinning the wheel rapidly.]

What is it you have?

NORA
The young priest is after bringing them. It's a shirt and a
plain stocking were got off a drowned man in Donegal.

[Cathleen stops her wheel with a sudden movement, and leans out
to listen.]

NORA
We're to find out if it's Michael's they are, some time herself
will be down looking by the sea.

CATHLEEN
How would they be Michael's, Nora. How would he go the length
of that way to the far north?

NORA
The young priest says he's known the like of it. "If it's
Michael's they are," says he, "you can tell herself he's got a
clean burial by the grace of God, and if they're not his, let
no one say a word about them, for she'll be getting her death,"
says he, "with crying and lamenting."

[The door which Nora half closed is blown open by a gust of
wind.]