ANNE
That the Saint might send us good comrades.
BRIAN
I thought it was Saint Joseph did that for the girls.
ANNE Sure we couldn't be asking the like from him. We couldn't talk to Saint Joseph that way. We want a nice young saint to be looking at.
Conn turns from the door.
CONN (bitterly) It'll be a poor season, Brian MacConnell.
BRIAN
The season's not so bad, after all.
CONN God help them that are depending on the land and the weather for the bit they put into their heads. It's no wonder that the people here are the sort they are, harassed, anxious people.
ANNE The people here mind their own business, and they're a friendly people besides.
CONN People that would leave the best fiddler at the fair to go and look at a bullock.
ANNE (to Brian) He's not satisfied to have this shelter, Brian.