WIDOW QUIN, insolently.
A penn'orth of starch.
PEGEEN, breaking out.
And you without a white shift or a shirt in your whole family since the drying of the flood. I've no starch for the like of you, and let you walk on now to Killamuck.
WIDOW QUIN, turning to Christy, as she goes out with the girls.
Well, you're mighty huffy this day, Pegeen Mike, and you, young fellow, let you not forget the sports and racing when the noon is by.
They go out.
PEGEEN, imperiously.
Fling out that rubbish and put them cups away. (Christy tidies away in great haste.) Shove in the bench by the wall. (He does so.) And hang that glass on the nail. What disturbed it at all?
CHRISTY, very meekly.
I was making myself decent only, and this a fine country for young lovely girls.
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