Robbie John.
Robbie John.
From without. The fiddle ceases suddenly and he comes and stands with it in his hand at the door.
Aye.
Mrs. Granahan.
You'd better go down to the low field and see the cattle haven't broken through into Aura Boyd's corn. You couldn't keep them beasts in when the flies gets at them.
Robbie John.
Just one second till I try this again.
Mrs. Granahan.