MRS. S. Oh, thank God to be rid of that disgrace! PADDY. Don’t have your thanksgiving service too soon, Mrs. Scally. He might come back. MRS. S. Come on, John. We’ll watch till they put him in the trap anyway. _MRS. S. and JOHN go out._ MOLL. Och, hum, anee, oh! [_Tears down the curtain._] PADDY. Didn’t I give the mastiff Kilroy a good run for his money, master? O’C. Very good indeed, Paddy. [_He takes down uncle’s portrait, then points to the sideboard_] Take those cups and things in to O’Hanlon, the vet, Paddy, and tell him to keep them for me till I write for them.... And you and Moll can carry away as much of the other stuff as you like.... I’m leaving Rush Hill to-night. _O’C. goes out with portrait. PADDY and MOLL exchange a long look, then turn back to back and weep quietly._ _Curtain_ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ACT III _Same Scene as in Act I. The PROF. has returned from town. He is half asleep in a chair at the table. His valise is lying on the floor._ _PEGGY comes in cautiously from the room. She has a hat and coat and suitcase, which she hides in the lower part of the cupboard._ PEGGY [_regarding PROF._]. Gracious, wasn’t mother and the Kilroys foolish to think you’d go away?... Important engagement in London.... Wake up, uncle! PROF. [_looks around and scratches his head_]. I wonder to Gawd where I’m now! Paris or London.... PEGGY. You’re all right, uncle. You’re at home ... in Ireland. PROF. [_parrot-like_]. Pritty Peggy.... Pritty Peggy. Lent me three pounds at five per cent.... Rich or poor you’re my uncle, Peggy.... Full or empty, welcome home.... Order! [_Sleeps._] PEGGY. It’s perfectly hopeless. [_Exit back._] PROF. [_sits up again_]. Whisht, Kelly! By some dispensation of Providence you can sing none. Let me try it. [_Sings._] “I’m a daughter of Daniel O’Connell, From England last week I sailed o’er; The people to me are all strangers And I don’t know my friends from my foes.” [_Scratching his head_] If a man doesn’t know his friends from his foes he has only to come home broke. [_Sleeps._] _JOHN comes in back. He is coatless and has the salley switch in his hand._ JOHN. Are you sleeping, Tim? [_No answer._] Waken up, man! I’m going to cart you over to the other farm.... PROF. Whisht, Kelly! You’re simply murdering that. Let me at it. [_Sings_] “I must confess I am content, no more I wish to roam, So steer my bark for Erin’s Isle, for Erin is my home.” Gum, Kelly, I’m awful homesick! I’ll go home--if I should have to walk it! JOHN. Poor fellow. _MRS. S. comes in from the room. She has her hair done and wears a shiny silk blouse and a conspicuous watch-chain._ MRS. S. Give him a shake, man! Don’t be so gentle with him.