Matsy. Maw, don't you think it's most time fer us to be going?
Mrs. Mulligan. Time to be going, is it? Well, I should hope not. Sure, half of the children are not dry yet, and the other half are not dressed. Bridget Honora, darlin', look in the other room and see how they're coming on. (Exit Bridget at R.)
Matsy. I think we ought to be there early, so as we can get a good seat on the front row. I don't want to miss nothing. (Hangs up a boy's union suit.)
Mrs. Mulligan. True for you, Matsy, and I don't want yeez to be missing anything either. It ain't like as if yeez go to a fine Christmas entertainment ivery night of yer lives. (Washes.)
Matsy. It's the first one any of us ever went to at all, at all. Do yeez think they be after having moving pictures?
Mrs. Mulligan. Of course not. Not in a Sunday School, Matsy. But belike they'll have a fine, grand Christmas tree with singin' and spaches and fine costumes and prisints for every one. (Calls off R.) Bridget Honora!
Bridget (off R.). Yes, maw?
Mrs. Mulligan. Come here.
Enter Bridget from R.