[As she reaches the chapel-gate, the Priest comes to it in his surplice.
PRIEST
crying out.—Come along now. It is the whole day you’d keep me here saying my prayers, and I getting my death with not a bit in my stomach, and my breakfast in ruins, and the Lord Bishop maybe driving on the road to-day?
SARAH
We’re coming now, holy father.
PRIEST
Give me the bit of gold into my hand.
SARAH
It’s here, holy father.
[She gives it to him. Michael takes the bundle from the ditch and brings it over, standing a little behind Sarah. He feels the bundle, and looks at Mary with a meaning look.
PRIEST
looking at the gold.—It’s a good one, I’m thinking, wherever you got it. And where is the can?
SARAH
taking the bundle.—We have it here in a bit of clean sack, your reverence. We tied it up in the inside of that to keep it from rusting in the dews of night, and let you not open it now or you’ll have the people making game of us and telling the story on us, east and west to the butt of the hills.
PRIEST
taking the bundle.—Give it here into my hand, Sarah Casey. What is it any person would think of a tinker making a can.
[He begins opening the bundle.