Magistrate: I shall learn nothing here.
(James Ryan comes in, pipe in mouth. Seeing Magistrate he retreats quickly, taking pipe from mouth.)
Magistrate: The smoke from that man’s pipe had a greenish look; he may be growing unlicensed tobacco at home. I wish I had brought my telescope to this district. Come to the post-office, I will telegraph for it. I found it very useful in the Andaman Islands.
(Magistrate and Policeman go out left.)
Mrs. Tarpey: Bad luck to Jo Muldoon, knocking my apples this way and that way. (Begins arranging them.) Showing off he was to the new magistrate.
(Enter Bartley Fallon and Mrs. Fallon.)
Bartley: Indeed it’s a poor country and a scarce country to be living in. But I’m thinking if I went to America it’s long ago the day I’d be dead!
Mrs. Fallon: So you might, indeed.
(She puts her basket on a barrel and begins putting parcels in it, taking them from under her cloak.)
Bartley: And it’s a great expense for a poor man to be buried in America.