She goes over and takes down the fiddle seats herself and draws the bow across it as it lies on her lap.
Robbie could have made it speak to you. He used to make me cry, and then laugh after it.
She places the strings near her ear and thumbs it wrapt in thought.
Mrs. Granahan.
Looking contemptuously at her and then rising.
You just stay here a second till I fix the tay.
She goes into room. Jane remains seated where she is, occasionally touching the strings and seemingly deep in thought. Robbie John passes window. He looks in and then goes quickly to door and enters.
Robbie John.
Who's that fiddlin'?
Goes over to Jane.