[Scowls at this but does not deny.] The fair. Oh, it was great value. Sure grand-da he sould the foal for thirty poun'. GRANDFATHER. [Astonished] Boys a dear but William John Granahan bates the divil. And who took her? SAMUEL JAMES. There was a cavalryman bought her. Boys but Da is the hard man to plaze. We stopped at Muc Alanan's on the way home and met William John McKillop there, and he toul' the oul' man he was a fool to let a good horse go at that price, for he was lookin' all roads to give him thirty poun' for it; only he couldn't get in time for the sale. GRANDFATHER. [Incredulously.] Who did you say? McKillop? SAMUEL JAMES. [Laughing.] Aye. ROBBIE JOHN. [Smiling.] Sure McKillop hasn't two sov'rins in the wide world. He was only takin' a rise out of Da. SAMUEL JAMES. Sure I knowed the ould Yahoo hadn't the price of a nanny-goat. But of course, Da tuk it all in for gospel. And me sittin' listenin to him tellin' ould McKillop what a grand action the foal had and the shoulders the baste had, and the way it could draw thirty hundred up Killainey hill without a pech. GRANDFATHER. [Astonished.] William John Granahan makes a tarr'ble fine Sunday School teacher. SAMUEL JAMES. [Grinning.] But to see ould McKillop sittin' there as solemn as a judge, drinkin' it all in as if gospel and winkin' at me on the sly, the ould rascal, and cursin' his luck at losin' such a bargain. [The voice of William John Granahan can be heard inviting some one to come on. The strains of a fiddle played by uncertain but unmistakeably professional hands, sounds from the same direction.] ELLEN. [Looking out through window into yard.] Who's that father has got with him Samuel James? Oh such a dirty looking man! SAMUEL JAMES. [Chuckling.] Da got ahoult of him at Buckna cross roads and right or wrong he'd have him home wi' him to show Robbie John what fiddlin' brings a man till. ELLEN. [Severely.] Its my mind that you and father have been stayin' too long in the public house, Samuel James. [William John Granahan and tramp fiddler can be seen outside window.] Look at them--comin' in! oh my; wait till mother sees the pair of them. [William John Granahan comes in leading a ragged looking bearded tramp with an old fiddle tucked under his arm.] WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN. Now we're hame, and we'll get a drop to drink and a bite to eat, Mr. Fiddler. [He goes over to fireplace and stands with his back to the fire.] Take a sate at the fire and warm yourself.