They're not done
cheering
yet.
Yeats
PATRICK.
[_Opens the door to go out, but stops for a moment on
the threshold. _]
Will Delia remember, do you think, to bring the greyhound pup she
promised me when she would be coming to the house?
MICHAEL.
She will surely.
[_PATRICK goes out, leaving the door open. _
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.
[_He goes over to the door and stands there for a
moment, putting up his hand to shade his eyes. _
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 sight. There is no use leaving it
out for every stranger to look at.
