_Mike McInerney:_ My joy you are! It is well you earned me! Let me up out of this! (He sits up and spreads out the clothes and tries on coat.) That now is a good frieze coat ... and a hat in the fashion ... (_He puts on hat._) _Michael Miskell:_ (_Alarmed._) And is it going out of this you are, Mike McInerney? _Mike McInerney:_ Don’t you hear I am going? To Curranroe I am going. Going I am to a place where I will get every good thing! _Michael Miskell:_ And is it to leave me here after you you will? _Mike McInerney:_ (_In a rising chant._) Every good thing! The goat and the kid are there, the sheep and the lamb are there, the cow does be running and she coming to be milked! Ploughing and seed sowing, blossom at Christmas time, the cuckoo speaking through the dark days of the year! Ah, what are you talking about? Wheat high in hedges, no talk about the rent! Salmon in the rivers as plenty as turf! Spending and getting and nothing scarce! Sport and pleasure, and music on the strings! Age will go from me and I will be young again. Geese and turkeys for the hundreds and drink for the whole world! _Michael Miskell:_ Ah, Mike, is it truth you are saying, you to go from me and to leave me with rude people and with townspeople, and with people of every parish in the union, and they having no respect for me or no wish for me at all! _Mike McInerney:_ Whist now and I’ll leave you ... my pipe (_hands it over_); and I’ll engage it is Honor Donohoe won’t refuse to be sending you a few ounces of tobacco an odd time, and neighbours coming to the fair in November or in the month of May. _Michael Miskell:_ Ah, what signifies tobacco? All that I am craving is the talk. There to be no one at all to say out to whatever thought might be rising in my innate mind! To be lying here and no conversible person in it would be the abomination of misery! _Mike McInerney:_ Look now, Honor.... It is what I often heard said, two to be better than one.... Sure if you had an old trouser was full of holes ... or a skirt ... wouldn’t you put another in under it that might be as tattered as itself, and the two of them together would make some sort of a decent show? _Mrs. Donohoe:_ Ah, what are you saying? There is no holes in that suit I brought you now, but as sound it is as the day I spun it for himself. _Mike McInerney:_ It is what I am thinking, Honor ... I do be weak an odd time ... any load I would carry, it preys upon my side ... and this man does be weak an odd time with the swelling in his knees ... but the two of us together it’s not likely it is at the one time we would fail. Bring the both of us with you, Honor, and the height of the castle of luck on you, and the both of us together will make one good hardy man! _Mrs. Donohoe:_ I’d like my job! Is it queer in the head you are grown asking me to bring in a stranger off the road?