Miss GALLAGHER’S voice heard, calling,
Biddy! Biddy Doyle! Biddy, can’t ye?
Biddy. Here, miss, in the room, readying it, I am.
CHRISTY GALLAGHER’S voice heard calling,
Biddy!—Biddy Doyle!—Biddy, girl! What’s come o’ that girl, that always out o’ the way idling, when wanted?—Plague take her!
Biddy. Saints above! hear him now!—But I scorn to answer.
Screaming louder in mingled voices, CHRISTY’S and Miss GALLAGHER’S,
Biddy! Biddy Doyle!—Biddy, girl!
Christy. (putting in his head) Biddy! sorrow take ye! are ye in it?—And you are, and we cracking our vitals calling you. What is it you’re dallying here for? Stir! stir! dinner!
{He draws back his head, and exit.