MRS. O'TOOLE. Harbor ill feeling, is it? Faith, then I'll not, Mollie Mulligan, and it's meself that'll be bringing over a big cabbage head on the morning for Shamus O'Brien's Christmas dinner. MRS. MULLIGAN (_rises_). I'll be after tidying up the house a bit. It's little enough I've got for the children's Christmas tomorrow morning; but at least I can have me house in order and a burning candle shining in the windy. (_Lights candle and sets it on table in front of the window._) This light shall burn on Christmas Day, For Him who in the manger lay, And all are welcome at my door, The high, the low, the rich, the poor, And every heart shall sing again Of peace on earth, good will to men. MRS. O'TOOLE (_rises_). Your burning candle takes me back again to the days of me childhood in County Clare. Well do I mind me last Christmas Eve in ould Ireland, the little thatched cabin with its one window, the stinging smoke of the peat fire, the lads and the colleens and the ould piper--and the merry dances and songs, do ye remember, Mollie, darling? (_Puts arms on hips, wags head from side to side and sings briskly_:) [Music illustration: 1. Did you ev-er go in-to an I-rish-man's shanty, Where mon-ey was scarce but where wel-come was plen-ty? A three-leg-ged stool and a ta-ble to match it, But the door of the shan-ty is al-ways un-latched. 2. Our nate lit-tle house, it looks out on the street, There's two beau-ti-ful rooms and a pig-sty com-plete. Each girl has a dress and each boy has a coat, There's tin hap-py chil-dren, six pigs and a goat. 3. Sure the Mul-li-gans al-ways are hap-py and bright, They sing in the morn-ing, they sing in the night, Now Pat-sy and Mat-sy are strong as can be, But the bil-ly-goat's strong-er than ath-er, you see! Tee-oo-dle, dum-doo-dle, dum-doo-dle, dum day! Tee-oo-dle, dum-doo-dle, dum-doo-dle, dum day! Tee-oo-dle, dum-doo-dle, dum-doo-dle, dum day! Tee-oo-dle, dum-doo-dle, dum-doo-dle, dum day!] MRS. O'TOOLE (_sings briskly_): Did you ever go into an Irishman's shanty, Where money was scarce but where welcome was plenty? A three-legged stool and a table to match it, But the door of the shanty is always unlatched. Tee-oodle, dum-doodle, dum-doodle, dum day! (_Repeat until end._) MRS. MULLIGAN (_faces her, assumes same position, sings briskly_): Our nate little house, it looks out on the street, There's two beautiful rooms and a pig-sty complete. Each girl has a dress and each boy has a coat, There's tin happy children, six pigs and a goat. Tee-oodle, dum-doodle, dum-doodle, dum day! (_Repeat until end._) MRS. O'TOOLE (_sings_):