Bridget. Who is it, I wonder. It must be the strange woman Patrick saw awhile ago.
Michael. I don't think it's one of the neighbours anyway, but she has her cloak over her face.
Bridget. It might be some poor woman heard we were making ready for the wedding and came to look for her share.
Peter. I may as well put the money out of sight. There is no use leaving it out for every stranger to look at.
[He goes over to a large box in the corner, opens it, and puts the bag in and fumbles at the lock.]
Michael. There she is, father! [An Old Woman passes the window slowly; she looks at Michael as she passes.] I'd sooner a stranger not to come to the house the night before my wedding.
Bridget. Open the door, Michael; don't keep the poor woman waiting.
[The Old Woman comes in. Michael stands aside to make way for her.]
Old Woman. God save all here!
Peter. God save you kindly!