BERTHA.
[Kissing him.] Buon giorno, Archie! [To Brigid.] Did you put another vest on him under that one?
BRIGID.
He wouldn’t let me, ma’am.
ARCHIE.
I’m not cold, mamma.
BERTHA.
I said you were to put it on, didn’t I?
ARCHIE.
But where is the cold?
BERTHA.
[Takes a comb from her head and combs his hair back at both sides.] And the sleep is in your eyes still.
BRIGID.
He went to bed immediately after you went out last night, ma’am.
ARCHIE.
You know he’s going to let me drive, mamma.
BERTHA.
[Replacing the comb in her hair, embraces him suddenly.] O, what a big man to drive a horse!
BRIGID.
Well, he’s daft on horses, anyhow.