DEEGAN. He is by no means a sot. But he can’t keep his nose out of other people’s business. He has only been three weeks in this locality, but he could write a history of the inhabitants. He questions the very children along the road as to their antecedents. DAISY. Ain’t that for you, now! And m’aunt she thinks him such an innocent babe. [_Opens her vanity-bag._] And now for some more trouble, Mr. Deegan. I’ve got an American bank draft here for a small amount, but seems I gotta have it endorsed by a responsible person before an Irish bank can fork out. Is that right, Mr. Deegan? DEEGAN [_chary_]. I’m much afraid that’s the rule. [_Puts on his specs._] DAISY [_fishes out a paper_]. This ain’t it. This is my insurance policy on a block of house property I got on Mount Airy, West Philadelphia. [_Hands it to him._] You hang on to that a moment, please, till I root out what I want. DEEGAN [_brightening_]. With pleasure. [_Scans the document._] DAISY [_takes out another paper_]. What the all-fired noosiance have I got here? Why, yeah. My broker’s receipts for a bunch of stock in the Chesapeake, Ohio, and Pennsylvania Railway. [_Hands it over._] I’ll trouble you to hold it, Mr. Deegan. DEEGAN. No trouble. [_Reads it._] _PAUL comes in, and coughs to draw attention._ PAUL. Beg pardon. I’m sorry to interrupt the good work, but I want my spatula. DEEGAN. No harm, Paul. DAISY. Say, Mr. Paul Twyning, when are you coming to plaster m’auntie’s bedroom? PAUL [_takes off his hat_]. About the fourth day from now, melady, if I’m spared the health. DAISY. Waal, that’s a date. I’ll tell m’auntie to have the room all cleared out. PAUL. She may clear out the room, melady, but let her not order the material till I first run my dimension-rule over the interior and give her an estimate. DAISY. I’ll sure tell her so. But, say, if you was in America and talk like that, you’d get fifteen dollars a day easy. PAUL. I’ve a brother in Chicago--a lath-and-plasterer--making exactly that sum, melady.... But I mustn’t be interrupting the good work.... [_Looks about the floor_] I thought my spatula was here, but it must be outside. [_Goes out back._] DAISY. Say, ain’t he mannerable? DEEGAN. He can pass himself very well. DAISY [_takes out the draft_]. Ah, here we are.... It’s only for three thousand bucks--about six hundred pounds. You just have a squint, Mr. Deegan, and see if it’s correctly drawn. DEEGAN [_scans it carefully_]. It’s drawn on the local bank, Ballybullion. DAISY. Yeah, the local bank. It’s got a branch in Ballybullion, has it? DEEGAN. Certainly so.... And, better still, I do business there myself and know the manager intimately. DAISY. Why, dear Mr. Deegan, you’re a real public benefactor.