CHRISTY. _flattered and confident, waving bone._—He gave a drive with the scythe, and I gave a lep to the east. Then I turned around with my back to the north, and I hit a blow on the ridge of his skull, laid him stretched out, and he split to the knob of his gullet. [_He raises the chicken bone to his Adam’s apple._]
GIRLS. _together._—Well, you’re a marvel! Oh, God bless you! You’re the lad surely!
SUSAN. I’m thinking the Lord God sent him this road to make a second husband to the Widow Quin, and she with a great yearning to be wedded, though all dread her here. Lift him on her knee, Sara Tansey.
SARA. _going over to dresser and counter very quickly, and getting two glasses and porter._—You’re heroes surely, and let you drink a supeen with your arms linked like the outlandish lovers in the sailor’s song. (_She links their arms and gives them the glasses._) There now. Drink a health to the wonders of the western world, the pirates, preachers, poteen-makers, with the jobbing jockies; parching peelers, and the juries fill their stomachs selling judgments of the English law. [_Brandishing the bottle._]
WIDOW QUIN. That’s a right toast, Sara Tansey. Now Christy. [_They drink with their arms linked, he drinking with his left hand, she with her right. As they are drinking, Pegeen Mike comes in with a milk can and stands aghast. They all spring away from Christy. He goes down left. Widow Quin remains seated._]
PEGEEN. _angrily, to Sara._—What is it you’re wanting?
SARA. _twisting her apron._—An ounce of tobacco.
PEGEEN. Then you’d best be getting it and not fooling us here. (_To the Widow Quin, with more elaborate scorn._) And what is it you’re wanting, Widow Quin?
WIDOW QUIN. _insolently._—A penn’orth of starch.
PEGEEN. _breaking out._—And you without a white shift or a shirt in your whole family since the drying of the flood. I’ve no starch for the like of you, and let you walk on now to Killamuck.
WIDOW QUIN. _turning to Christy, as she goes out with the girls._—Well, you’re mighty huffy this day, Pegeen Mike, and, you young fellow, let you not forget the sports and racing when the noon is by. (_They go out._)
PEGEEN. _imperiously._—Fling out that rubbish and put them cups away. (_Christy tidies away in great haste_). Shove in the bench by the wall. (_He does so._) And hang that glass on the nail. What disturbed it at all?