WIDOW QUIN.
That'll do, so, and let you whisht, for he's coming now again.
Christy comes in very natty in the new clothes. Widow Quin goes to him admiringly.
WIDOW QUIN.
If you seen yourself now, I'm thinking you'd be too proud to speak to us at all, and it'd be a pity surely to have your like sailing from Mayo to the western world.
CHRISTY, as proud as a peacock.
I'm not going. If this is a poor place itself, I'll make myself contented to be lodging here.
Widow Quin makes a sign to Shawn to leave them.
SHAWN.
Well, I'm going measuring the racecourse while the tide is low, so I'll leave you the garments and my blessing for the sports to-day. God bless you! (He wriggles out.)
WIDOW QUIN, admiring Christy.
Well, you're mighty spruce, young fellow. Sit
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