DAISY. James Deegan, am I to be treated in this low-down manner, am I? Is this how you mean to protect me as your wife, is it? DEEGAN [_stands up_]. Patrick Deegan, you have done a bad day’s work for yourself and for those who come after you.... PATRICK [_wildly_]. Ah, shut up, you! You’re the great man that shook hands with Parnell himself! You’re the great lawyer that addressed the gowned judges in the Four Coorts of Dublin!... And here you are at last--tane up with an ould Yankee ballad-singer, by Mozes! [_MRS. DEEGAN grabs PATRICK and drags him out, he shouting_] Ould Yankee trooper.... Ould ballad-singer.... Ould mazawatty. _MRS. DEEGAN gets him dragged out to the bar._ DAISY. James dear, these folks don’t want me. That woman hates me like a snake. See the look in her eyes, and she snarls so. [_Sits down._] DEEGAN. She may snarl, but she can’t bite. Before we leave the town you’ll be her landlady. [_Sits down._] DAISY. Oh, James, how good you are. [_Looks about her._] And you bet I’ll see they keep this place in order. _MRS. DEEGAN hurries in with two glasses on a tray._ MRS. DEEGAN. Granda, dear, you know what Patrick is? He’s that hasty. [_To DAISY_] He wouldn’t hurt your feelings for the world, Miss Mullan. [_Laughs drily._] Och, sure, from what I hear, you’ll soon be one of the family. DAISY. Yaas! and a nice family reception I’m gitting. An old Yankee trooper, no less. MRS. DEEGAN. Och, who would heed Patrick Deegan?... I wish you both many happy days.... This is just a wee taste to wet the match. A wee special for you, granda, and a port for you, Miss Mullan. DAISY. I sure want something after that unholy racket. [_To OLD DEEGAN_] Drink that up, dear. It’ll do you good. _Both drink._ MRS. DEEGAN. I hope you’ll give us the big day soon. [_Picks up the tray._] I’ll leave you now.... Three’s a crowd. [_She goes out smiling._] DAISY. That’s a cruel, cruel woman, Jimes. Ain’t she, dear? DEEGAN. A crafty lady.... You had no trouble at the bank? DAISY. Why, I should say not. The manager, a real nice man, he just glanced at your endorsement and smiled pleasant. [_Opens the vanity-bag._] I got the whole wad right here. [_Shows him the roll of paper money._] DEEGAN. That’s too much money to carry on your person. You ought to have left it--or part of it--in the bank. DAISY. Not on your life, dear. My next haul can stay in the bank, but every cent of this is going into our noo home for nice furniture and nifty wall-paper and carpets [_putting the money back in the bag_]. I told you I was going to make you happy and comfortable, and you bet I am. _JIM rushes in._ JIM. Och, my new grandma! My bonny wee Yankee grandma! [_Tries to hug DAISY._] DAISY [_pushing him off_]. Who the goldarn are you? [_Stands up._] JIM. Och, don’t you know me? I’m called for my granda.... Amn’t I, granda? Amn’t I your favourite grandchild?