Oh, Gra-ma-chree a cool-in bawn."
(They nod as they finish and take out their
pipes and sit down. A banging is heard.)
Conan: What disturbance is that?
(Celia comes in, her hair screwed up tight,
skirt tucked up, is carrying a pail,
brush, cloth, etc., lets them drop and
proceeds to fasten up skirt.)
Mother: Ah, Celia, what is on you? I never
saw you that way before.
Conan: Ha! Very good! I think that you will
say there is a great change come upon her, and a
right change.
Celia: Look now at the floor the way it is.
Mother: I see no other way but the way it is
always.
Celia: There's a bit of soot after falling down
the chimney. (Picks up tongs.)
Mother: Ah, leave it now, dear, a while.