Man I do hate this hypockerisy.

MRS. GRANAHAN.

I'll not talk any more till ye, William Granahan. You're full o' drink and bad tongued.

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

If you say any more till me, I'll smash all the crockery in the house.

MRS. GRANAHAN.

Come out Ellen to the creamery and maybe when we come in, he'll be a bit cooler in the head.

[She hurries out followed by Ellen through door to yard.]

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

[To Samuel James.]

She's a tarr'ble woman your mother when she's started. But I'm much obliged to you Samuel James for the mention o' that tay gown. By me sang, but that turned the enemy's flank.

[Laughs.]

I'm danged but you're the boy.

[Gratefully.]

Heth you saved me a poun' anyway.

SAMUEL JAMES.

[Rising and going over sheepishly to him.]

You'll not forget me Da? will you?

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

[Suspiciously.]

Na.

SAMUEL JAMES.

Well ye might gie us a part o' it.

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

How much dy'e want?

SAMUEL JAMES.

Twelve shillin'.

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

Would you take the very boots off me feet. Where would I get ye twelve shillin'.

SAMUEL JAMES.

Out o' the poun' o' coorse. Where else?

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

[Grumblingly.]

You're askin' ower much. If it was a saxpence

[Samuel James shrugs his shoulders.]

or a shillin'

[Samuel James shrugs more emphatically.]

or two shillin'?

SAMUEL JAMES.

No.

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

or half a crown?

SAMUEL JAMES.