[_MICHAEL watches her
curiously
from the door.
Yeats
Open the door, Michael; don't keep the poor woman waiting.
[_The OLD WOMAN comes in. MICHAEL stands aside to make
way for her. _
OLD WOMAN.
God save all here!
PETER.
God save you kindly!
OLD WOMAN.
You have good shelter here.
PETER.
You are welcome to whatever shelter we have.
BRIDGET.
Sit down there by the fire and welcome.
OLD WOMAN [_warming her hands_].
There is a hard wind outside.
[_MICHAEL watches her curiously from the door. PETER
comes over to the table. _
PETER.
Have you travelled far to-day?
OLD WOMAN.
I have travelled far, very far; there are few have travelled so far as
myself, and there's many a one that doesn't make me welcome. There was
one that had strong sons I thought were friends of mine, but they were
shearing their sheep, and they wouldn't listen to me.
PETER.
It's a pity indeed for any person to have no place of their own.
OLD WOMAN.
That's true for you indeed, and it's long I'm on the roads since I
first went wandering.
BRIDGET.
It is a wonder you are not worn out with so much wandering.
OLD WOMAN.
Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no
quiet in my heart. When the people see me quiet, they think old age
has come on me and that all the stir has gone out of me.
