All right, Mrs. O’Flaherty, I’m sorry. I won’t give any more advice. It’s against the rules. I shouldn’t have said anything. [_She looks at PAT, who has been regarding her quizzically while NORA holds forth, and now, catching her eye, has the impertinence to wink. MISS CARROLL struggles hard not to respond to his grin, but can’t quite keep her gravity._] You see, I haven’t any man of my own, so I suppose it’s hard for me to understand married life. Good-bye till tomorrow. [_She waves her hand to JIMMIE, accomplishes one severe look at PAT, and vanishes. PAT waves her off gaily._] PAT. Goo’-bye, Miss Carroll, goo’-bye! Goo’-bye! [_He gets his hat and coat, chuckling to himself._] JIMMIE. Did ye hear that, Maw? A bran’-new suit made just for me. Nobody else never wore it at all, an’ we’ll go in a taxi to buy it on Saturday. Gee! Ain’t it nice? PAT. [_Sidling up to NORA at the tub._] Nora darlin’, I’m thinkin’ it’s a foine job I’ll be gettin’ this day for the askin’; the heart’s that big in me for gratitude, it’ll shine right out through me two eyes and make me hopeful and stiddy-lookin’, so that some boss’ll think he’s got a grand man to work for him. I’d better be startin’ along now, I suppose, er some other chap’ll git there before me. Say, Nora, it’s only about twinty cints I do be needin’ for carfare. NORA. Pat, twinty cents is a lot. Where you goin’? PAT. Well, maybe fifteen cints would do if I walk the wan way where there ain’t no transfer. Shure it’s hard on the poor when the shtreet-car companies git mad at each other. Say, Nora, I know a place where a good job is waitin’ for Pat O’Flaherty, but the great city lies between us. Cruel long and wide it is, and hard stones all the way. It’s too weary and sad like I’d look on arrivin’, an’ I couldn’t ride on the cars to git there. Oh, come across with the fifteen cents! [_NORA dubiously gets down an old china teapot from the shelf and takes out five cents, which she gives him gravely. She then gets five cents from another secret place._] PAT. [_As she is getting the money._] Faith, there’s money all over the place. [_NORA then gets five pennies from the depths of her pocket and slowly counts out the fifteen cents into his hand._] PAT. [_Kissing her._] Oh! That’s the shweetest wife ever blessed a bad, bad spalpeen of a husband. Good-bye, gurrl! ’Bye, Jimmie-boy. Be thinkin’ what the siven princes could do, they havin’ seen your Maw through the church window, and I’ll finish the shtory tomorrow. [_PAT exits, whistling, NORA watching him at the door._] JIMMIE. Maw, what’s a fool softy? [_NORA wilts._] CURTAIN. THE DRAMA CLASS OF TANKAHA, NEVADA (Written in collaboration with Harriet Calhoun Moss)