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!