_Nestor:_ It is not long since I was reading some account of that ... lads that made a trade of it ... nets they had and they used to be spreading them in the swamps where the plover do be feeding.... _Sibby:_ Ah, sure where’s the use of a plover! _Nestor:_ And snares they had for putting along the drains where the snipe do be picking up worms.... But if I myself saw any person going after things of the sort, it is what I would advise them to stick to the net. _Sibby:_ What now is the price of that net in the corner? _Nestor:_ (_Taking it down._) It is but a little bag that is, suitable for carrying small articles; it would become your oranges well. Twopence I believe, Sibby, is what I should charge you for that. _Sibby:_ (_Taking money out of handkerchief._) Give it to me so! Here I’ll get the start of you, Timothy Ward, anyway. (_She takes it and goes out, almost overturning Timothy Ward, who is rushing in._) _Nestor:_ Well, Timothy, did you see the Widow Broderick in the Court? _Ward:_ I did see her. It is in it she is, now, looking as content as in the coffin, and she paying her debt. _Nestor:_ Did she give you any account of herself? _Ward:_ She did to be sure, and to the whole Court; but look here now, I have no time to be talking. I have to be back there when the magistrates will have their lunch taken. Now you being so clever a man, Mr. Nestor, what would you say is the surest way to go catching birds? _Nestor:_ It is a strange thing now, I was asked the same question not three minutes ago. I was just searching my mind. It seems to me I have read in some place it is a very good way to go calling to them with calls; made for the purpose they are. You have but to sit under a tree or whatever place they may perch and to whistle ... suppose now it might be for a curlew.... (_Whistles._) _Timothy Ward:_ Are there any of those calls in the shop? _Nestor:_ I would not say there are any made for the purpose, but there might be something might answer you all the same. Let me see now.... (_Gets down a box of musical toys and turns them over._) _Ward:_ Is there anything now has a sound like the croaky screech of a jackdaw? _Nestor:_ Here now is what we used to be calling a corncrake.... (_Turns it_.) Corncrake, corncrake ... but it seems to me now that to give it but the one creak, this way ... it is much like what you would hear in the chimney at the time of the making of the nests. _Ward:_ Give it here to me! (_Puts a penny on counter and runs out._) _Tommy Nally:_ (_Coming in shaking with excitement._) For the love of God, Mr. Nestor, will you give me that live-trap on credit! _Nestor:_ A trap? Sure there is no temptation for rats to be settling themselves in the Workhouse. _Nally:_ Or a snare itself ... or any sort of a thing that would make the makings of a crib. _Nestor:_ What would you want, I wonder, going out fowling with a crib?