_Cooney:_ I might or I might not. I had it in my mind this long time to come hither and to look around for myself. There are seven generations of the Cooneys trusted nobody living or dead. _Nestor:_ Indeed I was reading in some history of one Ulysses that came back from a journey and sent no word before him but slipped in unknown to all but the house dog to see was his wife minding the place, or was she, as she was, scattering his means. _Cooney:_ So she would be too. If Mary Broderick is in need of relief I will relieve her, but if she is not, I will bring away what I brought with me to its own place again. _Nestor:_ Sure here is the summons. You can read that, and if you will look out the door you can see by the stir the Magistrates are sitting in the Court. It is a great welcome she will have before you, and the relief coming at the very nick of time. _Cooney:_ It is too good a welcome she will give me I am thinking. It is what I am in dread of now, if she thinks I brought her the money so soft and so easy, she will never be leaving me alone, but dragging all I have out of me by little and little. _Nestor:_ Maybe you might let her have but the lend of it. _Cooney:_ Where’s the use of calling it a lend when I may be sure I never will see it again? It might be as well for me to earn the value of a charity. _Nestor:_ You might do that and not repent of it. _Cooney:_ It is likely I’ll be annoyed with her to the end of my lifetime if she knows I have as much as that to part with. It might be she would be following me to Limerick. _Nestor:_ Wait now a minute till I will give you an advice. _Cooney:_ It is likely my own advice is the best. Look over your own shoulder and do the thing you think right. How can any other person know the reasons I have in my mind? _Nestor:_ I will know what is in your mind if you will tell it to me. _Cooney:_ It would suit me best, she to get the money and not to know at the present time where did it come from. The next time she will write wanting help from me, I will task her with it and ask her to give me an account. _Nestor:_ That now would take a great deal of strategy.... Wait now till I think.... I have it in my mind I was reading in a penny novel ... no but on the “Gael” ... about a boy of Kilbecanty that saved his old sweetheart from being evicted. _Cooney:_ I never heard my sister had any old sweetheart. _Nestor:_ It was playing Twenty-five he did it. Played with the husband he did, letting him win up to fifty pounds. _Cooney:_ Mary Broderick was no cardplayer. And if she was itself she would know me. And it’s not fifty pounds I am going to leave with her, or twenty pounds, or a penny more than is needful to free her from the summons to-day.