Mrs. Granahan.
Now will you go Robbie John when your mother wants you. Aura Boyd sent over here this forenoon to say if that Kerry cow broke into his field again he'd have the law agin us.
Robbie John.
Och, he's a cross ould cratur. Sure, she had only one foot through the hedge when he turned her.
He sees mother is getting impatient.
All right; I'm away.
He goes back into room, leaves fiddle there, comes into kitchen again and goes out by door to yard.
Mrs. Granahan.
He's as ill to drive as the ould mare to meetin' a Sundays.