Mother: It is best for you to go on to the town. It is not far for you to go. We will maybe have company coming in here.
(She pours out flour into a bowl and begins mixing.)
Travelling Man: Will you give me a bit of that dough to bring with me? I have gone a long time fasting.
Mother: It is not often in the year I make bread like this. There are a few cold potatoes on the dresser, are they not good enough for you? There is many a one would be glad to get them.
Travelling Man: Whatever you will give me, I will take it.
Mother: (Going to the dresser for the potatoes and looking at the shelves.) What in the earthly world has happened all the delf? Where are the jugs gone and the plates? They were all in it when I went out a while ago.
Child: (Hanging his head.) We were making a garden with them. We were making that garden there in the corner.
Mother: Is that what you were doing after I bidding you to sit still and to keep yourself quiet? It is to tie you in the chair I will another time! My grand jugs! (She picks them up and wipes them.) My plates that I bought the first time I ever went marketing into Gort. The best in the shop they were. (One slips from her hand and breaks.) Look at that now, look what you are after doing.
(She gives a slap at the child.)
Travelling Man: Do not blame the child. It was I myself took them down from the dresser.