He flung his hand then and sped the money at the full force of his shoulder.
"That's all I care for the stuff," said he, and he gripped her arm to prevent her bounding to its recovery.
"Come on, woman dear, and leave the ha'pence alone."
Said Caeltia:
"There is something I must throw away also, for I am getting too fond of it."
"What's that?" said Mac Cann curiously.
"It's this pipe," the seraph replied, and he balanced it by the mouthpiece.
"Don't throw away the good pipe," cried Eileen Ni Cooley. "Am I walking beside a pair of wild men this day?"
"Hold on for a minute. Give me the pipe and you can take this one." He took Caeltia's silver-mounted briar and he passed to the seraph his own blackened clay.