HEAD 'Tis all right, ma'am. I can lose things meself. (Looks carefully around) 'Tis a lonesome thing to see the house so empty.
MRS. COTTER
'Tis Sunday night, Head.
HEAD Of course, of course! All the same I'd prefer to see it full—of bona-fide travellers, I mean.
MRS. COTTER Thank ye, Head. How's Mrs. Mulligan an' the childer?
HEAD
Wisha, purty fair. How's the world usin' yourself?
MRS. COTTER
Only for the rheumatics I'd have no cause to grumble.
HEAD 'Tis well to be alive at all these times. An' Ballyferris isn't the best place to keep any one alive in winter time.
MRS. COTTER Or summer time ayther. Whin the weather is good trade is bad.
HEAD That's always the way in this world. We're no sooner, out o' one trouble before another commences. I always admire the way you bear your troubles, though, Mrs. Cotter.
MRS. COTTER
I does me best, Head.