NORA
[Goes to the inner door and listens.]

She's moving about on the bed. She'll be coming in a minute.

CATHLEEN
Give me the ladder, and I'll put them up in the turf-loft, the
way she won't know of them at all, and maybe when the tide
turns she'll be going down to see would he be floating from the
east.

[They put the ladder against the gable of the chimney; Cathleen
goes up a few steps and hides the bundle in
the turf-loft. Maurya comes from the inner room.]

MAURYA
[Looking up at Cathleen and speaking querulously.]

Isn't it turf enough you have for this day and evening?

CATHLEEN
There's a cake baking at the fire for a short space. [Throwing
down the turf] and Bartley will want it when the tide turns if
he goes to Connemara.

[Nora picks up the turf and puts it round the pot-oven.]

MAURYA
[Sitting down on a stool at the fire.]