Both for you, Jimmie-boy, and we’ll see what can be done about the suit. Perhaps we can find one somewhere that’s bran’ new. [_She gets a book from the shelf._] See if you can learn all the new words on this page before I come tomorrow, will you? That’s a dear old boy! Now, Mrs. O’Flaherty, let’s see about that forehead. Sit down here. [_MISS CARROLL places a chair, front stage._] NORA. [_Washing._] Oh, what’s the use botherin’ about me head? It’ll git well of itself. It always does. Don’t be mindin’ me. MISS CARROLL. But, Mrs. O’Flaherty, you really must let me see to it. It’s a bad cut. NORA. [_Wiping her hands._] Oh well, you’re so good to Jimmie I’ll have to oblige you. I suppose you haven’t had many persons with holes in their heads made by boots to tind to? But you’re young, Miss Carroll dear, you’re young yit. [_She seats herself with a sigh._] I’m talkin’ silly, Miss Carroll, but there’s no room for a joke in me heart this day. I’ve been thinkin’—about what you said afore you wint in to Jimmie. MISS CARROLL. [_Binding up the injured head._] Yes? NORA. You were tellin’ me to git out a warrant ’gainst Pat. Do you think it would keep him from drinkin’ just for a bit till we git caught up on the rint and the furniture? Do you think it would? MISS CARROLL. Mrs. O’Flaherty, you know it’s a shame and an outrage the way Pat’s behaving. He’s wearing you out. He’ll do you harm some day and then what will become of Jimmie? He ought to be taught a good lesson. NORA. Would they do any hurt to him, do you think, an’ they locked him up? Would they care for him kindly, and he maybe helpless like? MISS CARROLL. They certainly would care for him. Now, Mrs. O’Flaherty, you go over to the Maxwell Street Station and show them your forehead, and say you want Pat “took up” for a day or so just for a lesson, do you understand? [Illustration: PAT: WHAT DID THEY DO THEN? WELL, THEY LOOKED AND LOOKED FER A YEAR AN’ A DAY, IVERY MAN O’ THIM IN A DIFFERENT COUNTHREE] NORA. Yes, I understand. Oh, it seems an awful thing to be doin’ to your own man, don’t it? After all them things I said when we got married? No, no, I niver could do it, niver! [_Goes back to tub._] MISS CARROLL. Well, then, tell Pat you may do it, anyway. It will make him respect you. But you’re such a softy, of course you’ll do nothing. I must go now. Mrs. Flaherty, you must not let Pat sleep with Jimmie. It is not good for him. NORA. [_While MISS CARROLL is packing satchel and getting on bonnet and coat._]