Mother: Songs and storytelling, and my old
generations laying down news of this spell that is
now come to pass....
Rock: Did they tell what way to undo the
charm?
Mother: You have but to turn the bellows the
same as the smith would turn the anvil, or St.
Patrick turned the stone for fine weather ...
and to blow a blast ...and a twist will come
inside in it and the charm will fall off with that
blast, and undo the work that has been done!
All:
Turn it so!
(Cats look over, playing on fiddles "O Johnny, I
hardly knew you," while mother blows on each.)
Timothy: Ha! (Takes hands from ears and puts
one behind his ear.)
Rock: Ha! Where now is my bag? (Turns
out his pockets, unhappy to find them empty.)
Flannery: Ha! (Smiles and holds out umbrella
to Conan, who takes it.)