CATHLEEN
[Looking out anxiously.]

Did you ask him would he stop Bartley going this day with the
horses to the Galway fair?

NORA
"I won't stop him," says he, "but let you not be afraid.
Herself does be saying prayers half through the night, and the
Almighty God won't leave her destitute," says he, "with no son
living."

CATHLEEN
Is the sea bad by the white rocks, Nora?

NORA
Middling bad, God help us. There's a great roaring in the
west, and it's worse it'll be getting when the tide's turned to
the wind.

[She goes over to the table with the bundle.]

Shall I open it now?

CATHLEEN
Maybe she'd wake up on us, and come in before we'd done.

[Coming to the table.]

It's a long time we'll be, and the two of us crying.