Come here, daughter, don't
wear flowers. I think they're unlucky. Here I am talking like this,
and I going to a dance. I suppose I'll dance with seven or eight and
forget what's on my mind.... Everyone is going to Moynihan's except
the men here. Are you going out, father?
CONN
I'm making a _ceilidh_ with Brian.
MAIRE
Well, God be with you both. Come on, Anne.
_Maire takes down her shawl, and puts it over her head. She stands
at the door, watching Anne, who goes to Brian._
ANNE
Brian, what have you against Moynihan's?
BRIAN
Nothing at all. I may go in. MAIRE Come on, Anne. God be with
you both.
_Maire and Anne go out. They are heard talking for a while. Conn
goes to the door_.
CONN
Maire and Anne are turning the bohereen. [5] Come on now.
_He takes his fiddle and begins to wrap it up eagerly_.
BRIAN
Ay, let's go.
CONN
_(at door)_ I never forget, I never forget. The Granard Feis is
as fresh in my mind as the day I played at it. Shawn Heffernan,
indeed! I never forget. I never forget.
_Conn Hourican and Brian MacConnell go out_.
[Footnote 5: Bohereen--the little path going from the cottage to
the main road.]
CURTAIN
ACT II
_The next day: The scene is as in previous Act. It is now in the
forenoon. Maire Hourican is seated at the fire in a listless attitude.
Anne is busy at the dresser.
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