Old Woman. You have good shelter here.
Peter. You are welcome to whatever shelter we have.
Bridget. Sit down there by the fire and welcome.
Old Woman [warming her hands]. There is a hard wind outside.
[Michael watches her curiously from the door. Peter comes over to the table.]
Peter. Have you travelled far to-day?
Old Woman. I have travelled far, very far; there are few have travelled so far as myself, and there's many a one that doesn't make me welcome. There was one that had strong sons I thought were friends of mine, but they were shearing their sheep, and they wouldn't listen to me.
Peter. It's a pity indeed for any person to have no place of their own.
Old Woman. That's true for you indeed, and it's long I'm on the roads since I first went wandering.
Bridget. It is a wonder you are not worn out with so much wandering.