Mrs. Mulligan. My, my! I'll have to kill that old goat. He's entirely too obstreperous. And did he chase you, Mrs. O'Toole?
Mrs. O'Toole. Chase me? He did worse than chase me. He caught up with me.
Mrs. Mulligan. And where is he now?
Mrs. O'Toole. Niver a know do I know where he is. I left your boy Matsy chasing him down the alley with a rope.
Mrs. Mulligan. Bridget, go in the far room and get a wee drop of tay for Mrs. O'Toole.
Mrs. O'Toole. I can't drink any tay. I'm that injured I can't drink at all, at all.
Mrs. Mulligan. A drop of tay will warm ye up. Hurry, Bridget.
Bridget. Yis, mum. (Exits R.)
Mrs. O'Toole. I was out in me cabbage garden picking a bit of cabbage for me owld man's Christmas dinner. I was bending over looking at the cabbage whin all of a sudden I felt meself flying through the air and I landed in the watering trough, so I did. And it was full of water. And I'm almost killed entirely—and it's all the fault of your goat, Mrs. Mulligan.
Mrs. Mulligan. There, now, Kathleen, darlin', sit down and take things easy.