peter. It will be Patrick’s turn next to be looking for a fortune, but he won’t find it so easy to get it and he with no place of his own.
bridget. I do be thinking sometimes, now things are going so well with us, and the Cahels such a good back to us in the district, and Delia's own uncle a priest, we might be put in the way of making Patrick a priest some day, and he so good at his books.
peter. Time enough, time enough, you have always your head full of plans, Bridget.
bridget. We will be well able to give him learning, and not to send him tramping the country like a poor scholar that lives on charity.
michael. They’re not done cheering yet.
bridget. Do you see anything?
Michael. I see an old woman coming up the path.
bridget. Who is it, I wonder? It must be the strange woman Patrick saw a while ago.
michael. I don’t think it's one of the neighbours anyway, but she has her cloak over her face.
bridget. It might be some poor woman heard we were making ready for the wedding and came to look for her share.
peter. I may as well put the money out of
