Och aye. Let the boy enjoy himself. You're only young wanst you know, Mary.
Ellen.
I think it must be a great thing to be a great musician. Sometimes I believe Robbie should try his luck with that fiddle of his. Somehow I know—I feel he is a genius at it.
Mrs. Granahan.
What notions you do have to be sure. To think of a big grown man like Robbie John spending his life-time at an old fiddle.
Sharply.
Blathers and nonsense. Its time that boy was out lookin' at the cattle.
Calls.
Are you there Robbie?
Louder.