MUSKERRY
This young man is minding his own business.
CHRISTY
I'm going out now to get a shirt for the Master.
MRS. CRILLY A starched shirt, I suppose, Christy. Go down to our house, and tell Mary to give you one of the shirts that are folded up.
MUSKERRY
The boy will go where he was bid go.
MRS. CRILLY
Oh, very well. Run, Christy, and do the message for the
Master.
Christy Clarke goes out.
MUSKERRY
I don't know what brought you here to-day.
MRS. CRILLY
Well, I wanted to see you.
MUSKERRY
You could come to see me when I was settled down.
MRS.
CRILLY Settled in the cottage the Guardians have given you?