CARMODY (_with a grin_). You did, darlin', and fair, too. (Tom _slinks back to the chair in the rear of table, sulking._ Carmody _pats_ Nora's _red hair with delighted pride._) Sure it's you can beat the divil himself! NORA (_sticks out her tongue again at_ Tom). See? Liar! (_She goes and perches on the table near_ Mary, _who is staring sadly in front of her._) CARMODY (_to_ Billy--_irritably_). Did you get the plug for me I told you? BILLY. Sure. (_He takes a plug of tobacco from his pocket and hands it to his father._ Nora _slides down off her perch and disappears, unnoticed, under the table._) CARMODY. It's a great wonder you didn't forget it--and me without a chew. (_He bites off a piece and tucks it into his cheek._) TOM (_suddenly clutching at his leg with a yell_). Ouch! Darn you! (_He kicks frantically at something under the table, but_ Nora _scrambles out at the other end, grinning._) CARMODY (_angrily_). Shut your big mouth! What is the matter with you at all? TOM (_indignantly_). She pinched me--hard as she could, too--and look at her laughin'! NORA (_hopping on the table again_). Cry-baby! I owed you one. TOM. I'll fix you. I'll tell Eileen, wait 'n' see! NORA. Tattle-tale! I don't care. Eileen's sick. TOM. That's why you dast do it. You dasn't if she was up. I'll get even, you bet! CARMODY (_exasperated_). Shut up your noise! Go up to bed, the two of you, and no more talk, and you go with them, Mary. NORA (_giving a quick tug at_ Mary's _hair_). Come on, Mary. Wake up. MARY. Ow! (_She begins to cry._) CARMODY (_raising his voice furiously_). Hush your noise, you soft, weak thing, you! It's nothin' but blubberin' you do be doin' all the time. (_He stands up threateningly._) I'll have a moment's peace, I will! Off to bed with you before I get the strap! It's crazy mad you all get the moment Eileen's away from you. Go on, now! (_They scurry out of the rear door._) And be quiet or I'll be up to you! NORA (_sticks her head back in the door_). Can I say good-night to Eileen, Papa? CARMODY. No. The doctor's with her yet. (_Then he adds hastily._) Yes, go in to her, Nora. It'll drive himself out of the house maybe, bad cess to him, and him stayin' half the night. (Nora _waits to hear no more but darts back, shutting the door behind her._ Billy _takes the chair in front of the table._ Carmody _sits down again with a groan._) The rheumatics are in my leg again. (_Shakes his head._) If Eileen's in bed long those brats'll have the house down. BILLY. Eileen ain't sick very bad, is she? CARMODY (_easily_). It's a cold only she has. (_Then mournfully._) Your poor mother died of the same. (Billy _looks awed._) Ara, well, it's God's will, I suppose, but where the money'll come from, I dunno. (_With a disparaging glance at his son._) They'll not be raisin' your wages soon, I'll be bound. BILLY (_surlily_). Naw. The old boss never gives no one a raise, 'less he has to. He's a tight-wad for fair.