Kate. It's a sore time I have in this house minding my own and every other bodies' business.
Mary. Kate. He said I couldn't bake a cake to save my life. I'll just show him that I can, and you're not to help me, mind you. I'm going to do it all myself.
Mary. Where's the flour?
Kate. There's none in the house, Miss Mary.
Mary. What?
Kate. You mind it was all used up this morning on account of them cakes that nearly killed your poor ould da.
Mary. Go down to McArdles, Kate, and get a quarter stone on account.
Kate. Your da told me this morning, Miss Mary, that I wasn't to get any more from McArdles or any other place unless he gives me an order for it. Do you not mind?
Mary (dejectedly). So he did. I had forgotten.
Kate. Aye. Quite so, Miss. (She sits down contentedly.)