Page:Glen Aldyn Plays.djvu/4



Gr.: Them childher should be home, surely.

M.: They’re home this while, but I sent them to the cow-house to see could they find an egg. The lil brown hen is doin’ well this coul weather, and an egg at her nearly every day.

Gr.: You’ll be making some surt of Christmas Pudding for Jim and Maggie?

M.: Well, I don’t know, indeed, what am I goin’ to make it of! The flour is near done [looks into crook], an’ there’s barely a scrape of sugar for your tea. Scandalous the price they’re askin’ for it these days–an’ scarce adhrop of milk from the cow this fortnight. Still an’ for all we mus’ do what we can for them.

Ch.: There's not an egg in, Mammie, an’ no sign of the lil brown hen, either.

M. [with spoon uplifted]: Go along with your capers. She’ll be in among the others.

Jim: She’s not, though, for Maggie got in the hen-house to see.

M.: An’ jus’ look at the state Maggie is in! [Pulling off dirty pinafore and rubbing her down.] Fit to frighten the rooks, she is. Go your ways now an’ get washed or you’ll not get no pudding to-morrow.

Jim: What’s goin’ in them this time, Mammie? I would like a hatchet. Maggie here wants a doll.