MARY
looking at the bundle with surprise and dread.—The bit of gold and the tin can, is it?
MICHAEL
The half a sovereign, and the gallon can.
MARY
scrambling to her feet quickly.—Well, I think I’ll be walking off the road to the fair the way you won’t be destroying me going too fast on the hills. (She goes a few steps towards the left, then turns and speaks to Sarah very persuasively.) Let you not take the can from the sack, Sarah Casey; for the people is coming above would be making game of you, and pointing their fingers if they seen you do the like of that. Let you leave it safe in the bag, I’m saying, Sarah darling. It’s that way will be best.
[She goes towards left, and pauses for a moment, looking about her with embarrassment.
MICHAEL
in a low voice.—What ails her at all?
SARAH
anxiously.—It’s real wicked she does be when you hear her speaking as easy as that.
MARY
to herself.—I’d be safer in the chapel, I’m thinking; for if she caught me after on the road, maybe she would kill me then.
[She comes hobbling back towards the right.
SARAH
Where is it you’re going? It isn’t that way we’ll be walking to the fair.
MARY
I’m going up into the chapel to give you my blessing and hear the priest saying his prayers. It’s a lonesome road is running below to Greenane, and a woman would never know the things might happen her and she walking single in a lonesome place.