MARY DOUL.
very pleased, to Timmy. — Maybe I’d have time to walk down and get the big shawl I have below, for I do look my best, I’ve heard them say, when I’m dressed up with that thing on my head.
TIMMY.
You’d have time surely.
MARTIN DOUL.
listening. — Whisht now.... I hear people again coming by the stream.
TIMMY.
looking out left, puzzled. — It’s the young girls I left walking after the Saint.... They’re coming now (goes up to entrance) carrying things in their hands, and they walking as easy as you’d see a child walk who’d have a dozen eggs hid in her bib.
MARTIN DOUL.
listening. — That’s Molly Byrne, I’m thinking.
[Molly Byrne and Bride come on left and cross to Martin Doul, carrying water-can, Saint’s bell, and cloak.]
MOLLY.
volubly. — God bless you, Martin. I’ve holy water here, from the grave of the four saints of the west, will have you cured in a short while and seeing like ourselves.
TIMMY.
crosses to Molly, interrupting her. — He’s heard that. God help you. But where at all is the Saint, and what way is he after trusting the holy water with the likes of you?
MOLLY BYRNE.
He was afeard to go a far way with the clouds is coming beyond, so he’s gone up now through the thick woods to say a prayer at the crosses of Grianan, and he’s coming on this road to the church.
TIMMY.
still astonished. — And he’s after leaving the holy water with the two of you? It’s a wonder, surely.