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The Playboy of the
CHRISTY, smiling innocently and piling presents on glass.
I'm very thankful to you all to-day. . . .
WIDOW QUIN, coming in quickly, at door.
Sara Tansey, Susan Brady, Honor Blake! What in glory has you here at this hour of day?
GIRLS, giggling.
That's the man killed his father.
WIDOW QUIN, coming to them.
I know well it's the man; and I'm after putting him down in the sports below for racing, leaping, pitching, and the Lord knows what.
SARA, exuberantly.
That's right, Widow Quin. I'll bet my dowry that he'll lick the world.
WIDOW QUIN.
If you will, you'd have a right to have him fresh and nourished in place of nursing a feast. (Taking presents.) Are you fasting or fed, young fellow?
CHRISTY.
Fasting, if you please.
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