ou would rise in time for
the fair of Feakle in the morning.

_Rock_: Did I now?

_Mother_: You did, and that's my truth. I was
standing here, and you were standing there, and
Celia that was but ten years was sucking the sugar
off a spoon I was after putting in a bag that had
come from the shop, for to put a grain into my
tea.

_Rock: (Sneering.)_ Well now, didn't your memory
get very sharp!

_Mother_: You thought I had it forgot, but I
remember it as clear as pictures. The time it stood
at was seven minutes after four o'clock, and I
never saw it from that day till now. This very
day of the month it was, the year of the black
sheep having twins.

_Rock_: It was but an old clock anyway.

_Mother_: If it was it is seven years older since
I laid an eye on it. And it's kind father for you
robbing me, where it's often you robbed your own
mother, and you stealing away to go cardplaying
the half crowns she had hid in the churn.

_Rock_: Didn't you get very wicked and hurtful,
you that was a nice class of a woman without no
harm!

_Flannery_: Ah, Ma'am, you that was easy-minded,
it is not kind for you to be a scold.

_Mother_: And another thing, it was the same
day where Michael Flannery _(turns to him)_ came in
an' told me of you being grown so covetous you
had made away with your dog, by reason you
begrudged it its diet.

_Rock: (To Flannery.)_ You had a great deal to
say about me!

_Mother_: And more than that again, he said
you had it buried secretly, and had it personated,
creeping around the haggard in the half dark
and you barking, the way the neighbours would
think it to be living yet and as wicked as it was
before.

_Rock: (To Flannery.)_ I'll bring you into the
Courts for telling lies!

_Mother: (Coming near Rock and speaking into
his ear.)_ And there's another thing I know, and
that I made a promise to her that was your wife
not to tell, but death has that promise broke.

_Rock_: Stop, can't you!

_Mother_: I know by sure witness that it was
you found the forty pound _he (points to Flannery,
who nods)_ lost on the road, and kept it for your
own profit. Bring me now, I dare you, into the
Courts!

_Rock: (Fearfully.)_ That one would remember
the world! It is as if she went to the grinding
young!

_(Conan's voice heard. Singing: "Let me be
merry" in a melancholy voice.)_

"If sadly thinking with spirits sinking
Could more than drinking my cares compose,
A cure for to-morrow