Rock: I will within three minutes.
Flannery: You'll put it back here and now.
Rock: (Coaxingly.) Look at here now, Michael
Flannery, we'll make a league between us. Did
you ever see such folly as we're after seeing to-day?
Sitting there for an hour and a half till that one
settled the world upside down!
Flannery: If I did see folly, what I see now is
treachery.
Rock: Didn't you take notice of the way that
foolish old man is wasting and losing what was
given him for to benefit mankind? A blast he has
lost turning a pigeon to a crow, as if there wasn't
enough in it before of that tribe picking the spuds
out of the ridges. And another blast he has lost
turning poor Celia, that was harmless, to be a holy
terror of cleanness and a scold.
Flannery: Indeed, he'd as well have left her
as she was. There was something very pleasing
in her little sleepy ways.
(Sings.)
"But sad it is to see you so
And to think of you now as an object of woe;
Your Peggy'll still keep an eye on her beau.