[Patrick goes out, leaving the door open.]
Peter. It will be Patrick's turn next to be looking for a fortune, but he won't find it so easy to get it and he with no place of his own.
Bridget. I do be thinking sometimes, now things are going so well with us, and the Cahels such a good back to us in the district, and Delia's own uncle a priest, we might be put in the way of making Patrick a priest some day, and he so good at his books.
Peter. Time enough, time enough; you have always your head full of plans, Bridget.
Bridget. We will be well able to give him learning, and not to send him trampling the country like a poor scholar that lives on charity.
[Cheers.]
Michael. They're not done cheering yet.
[He goes over to the door and stands there for a moment, putting up his hand to shade his eyes.]
Bridget. Do you see anything?
Michael. I see an old woman coming up the path.