(_They go out on the porch and stand just outside the door waiting for_ Eileen _to notice them; but the girl in bed continues to stare into the woods, oblivious to their presence._) MRS. BRENNAN (_nudging_ Carmody _with her elbow--in a harsh whisper_). She don't see us. It's a dream she's in with her eyes open. Glory be, it's bad she's lookin'. The look on her face'd frighten you. Speak to her, you! (Eileen _stirs uneasily as if this whisper had disturbed her unconsciously._) CARMODY (_wetting his lips and clearing his throat huskily_). Eileen. EILEEN (_startled, turns and stares at them with frightened eyes. After a pause she ventures uncertainly, as if she were not sure hut what these figures might be creatures of her dream_). Father. (_Her eyes shift to_ Mrs. Brennan's _face and she shudders._) Mrs. Brennan. MRS. BRENNAN (_quickly--in a voice meant to be kindly_). Here we are, all of us, come to see you. How is it you're feelin' now, Eileen? (_While she is talking she advances to the bedside, followed by_ Carmody, _and takes one of the sick girl's hands in hers._ Eileen _withdraws it as if stung and holds it out to her father._ Mrs. Brennan's _face flushes angrily and she draws back from the bedside._) CARMODY (_moved--with rough tenderness patting her hand_). Ah, Eileen, sure it's a sight for sore eyes to see you again! (_He bends down as if to kiss her, but, struck by a sudden fear, hesitates, straightens himself, and shamed by the understanding in_ Eileen's _eyes, grows red and stammers confusedly._) How are you now? Sure it's the picture of health you're lookin'. (Eileen _sighs and turns her eyes away from him with a resigned sadness._) MRS. BRENNAN. What are you standin' there for like a stick, Mary? Haven't you a word to say to your sister? EILEEN (_twisting her head around and seeing_ Mary _for the first time--with a glad cry_). Mary! I--why, I didn't see you before! Come here. (Mary _approaches gingerly with apprehensive side glances at_ Mrs. Brennan, _who watches her grimly._ Eileen's _arms reach out for her hungrily. She grasps her about the waist and seems trying to press the unwilling child to her breast._) MARY (_fidgeting nervously--suddenly in a frightened whine_). Let me go! (Eileen _releases her, looks at her face dazedly for a second, then falls back limply with a little moan and shuts her eyes._ Mary, _who has stepped back a pace, remains fixed there as if fascinated with fright by her sister's face. She stammers._) Eileen--you look so--so funny. EILEEN (_without opening her eyes--in a dead voice_). You, too! I never thought you---- Go away, please. MRS. BRENNAN (_with satisfaction_). Come here to me, Mary, and don't be botherin' your sister.