Sarah (to Michael, with pleased excitement). Go over, now, to the bundle beyond, and youll find a kind of a red handkerchief to put upon your neck, and a green one for myself.
Michael (getting them). Youre after spending more money on the like of them. Well, its a power were losing this time, and we not gaining a thing at all. (With the handkerchief.) Is it them two?
Sarah. It is, Michael. (She takes one of them.) Let you tackle that one round under your chin; and let you not forget to take your hat from your head when we go up into the church. I asked Biddy Flynn below, thats after marrying her second man, and she told me its the like of that they do.
Mary yawns, and turns over in her sleep.
Sarah (with anxiety). There she is waking up on us, and I thinking wed have the job done before shed know of it at all.
Michael. Shell be crying out now, and making game of us, and saying its fools we are surely.
Sarah. Ill send her to her sleep again, or get her out of it one way or another; for itd be a bad case to have a divils scholar the like of her turning the priest against us maybe with her godless talk.
Mary (waking up, and looking at them with curiosity, blandly). Thats fine things you have on you, Sarah Casey; and its a great stir youre making this day, washing your face. Im that used to the hammer, I wouldnt hear it at all; but washing is a rare thing, and youre after waking me up, and I having a great sleep in the sun.
She looks around cautiously at the bundle in which she has hidden the bottles.
Sarah (coaxingly). Let you stretch out again for a sleep, Mary Byrne; for itll be a middling time yet before we go to the fair.
Mary (with suspicion). Thats a sweet tongue you have, Sarah Casey; but if sleeps a grand thing, its a grand thing to be waking up a day the like of this, when theres a warm sun in it, and a kind air, and youll hear the cuckoos singing and crying out on the top of the hills.
Sarah. If its that gay you are, youd have a right to walk down and see would you get a few halfpence from the rich men do be driving early to the fair.
Mary. When rich men do be driving early its queer tempers they have, the Lord forgive them; the way its little but bad words and swearing out youd get from them all.
Sarah (losing her temper and breaking out fiercely). Then if youll neither beg nor sleep, let you walk off from this place where youre not wanted, and not have us waiting for you maybe at the turn of day.
Mary (rather uneasy, turning to Michael). God help our spirits, Michael; there she is again rousing cranky from the break of dawn. Oh! isnt she a terror since the moon did change? (she gets up slowly) and Id best be going forward to sell the gallon can.
She goes over and takes up the bundle.
Sarah (crying out angrily). Leave that down, Mary Byrne. Oh! arent you the scorn of women to think that youd have that drouth and roguery on you that youd go drinking the can and the dew not dried from the grass?