DAISY. Go on--beat it. We don’t want you here at all. You’re too darned sweet to be wholesome.... JIM. Och, you don’t know me, grandma.... DAISY. Nor I don’t want to. Go on--git! We can spare you. Skidoo. [_Sits down._] DEEGAN. Where is Uncle Daniel, boy? JIM. Him and Paul Twyning’s in the kitchen, drinking mulled porter. DEEGAN. Oh, indeed! Has Paul followed the scent? DAISY. Ain’t that for you now! And we left him plastering the room! JIM. Him and Uncle Dan came in the creamery waggon--covered up with empty bags that you couldn’t see them. DEEGAN. Send both to me. JIM. Heth, I will. It’s nice to be doing something for my dear granda. [_Dashes off to the kitchen._] DAISY. Say, that’s a fearfully sloppy kid, ain’t he? DEEGAN. The mother puts him up to it. _PAUL staggers in, followed by DAN._ PAUL [_in a tipsy voice_]. Here we are again, as large as life! And anyone that doesn’t like my gait needn’t swing on it. DEEGAN. Paul Twyning, what are you doing in the town? PAUL. I’m waiting for the first train to Dublin. [_Sings_] “For the ship went down with that fair young bride That sailed from Dooooooooblin Bay.” DEEGAN. You’re drunk, sir. PAUL. Not quite, but feeling nicely.... And musically inclined. [_Sings_] “In a pair of brand-new brogues I rattled o’er the bogs, And frightened all the dogs On the rocky road to Dublin. ... Tearing away, my boys....” DEEGAN. Silence, sir! PAUL. Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy waters. DEEGAN. Aren’t you going back to finish the plastering? PAUL. Most emphatically never. And I’ll tell you why. I don’t want my name appearing in these morbid breach of promises cases, and I won’t have it. [_Takes the spatula from his pocket._] I’ve my tools and all here.... [_Sings_] “I’m bidding you a long farewell, My Mary kind and true....” DEEGAN. Be quiet, sir! PAUL. Well, without setting it to music, I’m quit! DAN. I’m in flames, but I’m for Dublin too! I can go wi’ Paul and be his attender.... DEEGAN [_stands up_]. What is that you say, boy? DAN [_cowering_]. Oh, whatever you say yourself, fader. DEEGAN. Come with me. I’ll let you see the Dublin you’re bound for. [_Walks unsteadily towards the door._] DAN. The emigration agent! DAISY. Say, Jimes, ship him Red Star. It’s sure a smart service. I got here in eight days.... DAN. I wish to God, amen, you’d went to the bottom of the sea! DEEGAN [_returns unsteadily to his chair_]. My head feels somewhat light. [_Sits down._] DAISY. Same here, Jimes.... [_Her hat tilts to one side._] A sort of dopey feeling.... _PATRICK ushers in MR. O’HAGAN._ PATRICK [_in a surly voice_]. Atturney Hagan to see you. O’HAGAN. I was just setting out for your place, Mr. Deegan, when I heard you were in town. [_Shakes hands._] How’s the health? DEEGAN. Very well, thank you. What can I do for you?