[She lays the bough on a chair.
SHEMUS.
I would eat my supper
With no less mirth if squatting by the hearth
Were dulacaun or demon of the pit
Clawing its knees, its hoof among the ashes.
[He rings another piece of money. A sound of footsteps outside the door.
MAIRE.
Who knows what evil you have brought to us?
I fear the wood things, Shemus.