Nestor: Is it drink, or is it tea, or is it some change that is come upon the world that is fitting the people of this place for the asylum in Ballinasloe?
Sibby: I know of a good clocking hen. I will put the eggs under her.... I will rear them when they’ll be hatched out.
Nestor: I suppose now, Mrs. Broderick, you went belling the case through the town?
Mrs. Broderick: I did not, but to the Magistrates upon the bench that I told it out of respect to, and I never mentioned your name in it at all.
Sibby: Tell me now, Mrs. Broderick, who have I to apply to?
Mrs. Broderick: What is it you are wanting to apply about?
Sibby: Will you tell me where is the man that is after buying your jackdaw?
Mrs. Broderick: (Looking at Nestor.) What’s that? Where is he, is it?
Nestor: (Making signs of silence.) How would you know where he is? It is not in a broken little town of this sort such a man would be stopping, and he having his business finished.
Sibby: Sure he will have to be coming back here for the bird. I will stop till I’ll see him drawing near.