Mother: I am going to make a grand cake with white flour. Seeds I will put in it. Maybe I’ll make a little cake for yourself too. You can be baking it in the little pot while the big one will be baking in the big pot.
Child: It is a pity daddy to be away at the fair on a Samhain night.
Mother: I must make my feast all the same, for Samhain night is more to me than to any other one. It was on this night seven years I first came into this house.
Child: You will be taking down those plates from the dresser so, those plates with flowers on them, and be putting them on the table.
Mother: I will. I will set out the house to-day, and bring down the best delf, and put whatever thing is best on the table, because of the great thing that happened me seven years ago.
Child: What great thing was that?
Mother: I was after being driven out of the house where I was a serving girl....
Child: Where was that house? Tell me about it.
Mother: (Sitting down and pointing southward.) It is over there I was living, in a farmer’s house up on Slieve Echtge, near to Slieve na n-Or, the Golden Mountain.
Child: The Golden Mountain! That must be a grand place.