On for old Erin, O'Donnall Abu."
(Pokes at hearthstone.) Sure enough, it's
loose! It's moving! Wait till I'll get
a wedge under it!
(Takes fork from table.) It's coming!
(Door suddenly opens and he drops fork and
springs back.)
Mother: (Coming in with Rock and Flannery.)
Here now, come in the two of ye. Here now, Conan,
is two of the neighbours, James Rock of Lis Crohan
and Fardy Flannery the rambling herd, that are
come to get a light for the pipe and they walking
the road from the Fair.
Conan: That's the way you make a fool of me
promising me peace and quiet for to sleep!
Mother: Ah, so I believe I did. But it slipped
away from me, and I listening to the blackbird on
the bush.
Conan: (To Rock.) I wonder, James Rock,
that you wouldn't have on you so much as a halfpenny
box of matches!
Rock: (Trying to get to hearth.) So I have
matches. But why would I spend one when I can
get for nothing a light from a sod?
Flannery: Sure, I could give you a match I
have this long time, waiting till I'll get as much
tobacco as will fill a pipe.