MAIRE (raising her voice) Ay, he'll go his own way always. What was the good of working and saving here?
ANNE
Be quiet with him.
MAIRE He'll go his own way always, and it's foolish of us to be fretting for him night and day.
Maire sits on stool and puts her hands across her face.
CONN (turning his head) Fretting for me. It was too easy that I reared you.
ANNE God help Maire! She kept the house together at the worst, and she is always fretting for us.
CONN
I'm oul' enough to mind myself. Let her remember that.
ANNE
It's you that ought to remember that.
CONN (going to Maire) Did I ever give the harsh word to you, child?
No answer.