No, but your own
that got scattered from the time you ran barefoot
carrying worms in a tin can for that Professor of a
Collegian that went fishing in the stream, and that
you followed after till you got to think yourself a
lamp of light for the universe!

_Conan_: Will you stop deafening the whole world
with your babble!

_Mother_: There was always a bad drop in you
that attached to you out of the grandfather. What
did your languages do for you but to sharpen
your tongue, till the scrape of it would take the
skin off, the same as a cat! My blessing on you,
Conan, but my curse upon your mouth!

_Conan_: Oh, will you stop your chat!

_Mother_: Every word you speak having in it
the sting of a bee that was made out of the curses
of a saint!

_Conan_: Stop your gibberish!

_Mother_: Are you satisfied now?

_Conan_: I'm not satisfied!

_Mother_: And never will be, for you were ever
and always a fault-finder and full of crossness
from the day that you were small suited.

_Conan_: You remember that, too?

_Mother_: I do well!

_Conan_: Where is the bellows? Was it you
_(to Flannery)_ that blew a blast on her?

_Flannery_: It was not.

_Conan_: Or you?

_Rock_: It's long sorry I'd be to do such a thing!

_Conan_: It is certain someone did it on her.
Where now is it?

_Mother: (Seizing him.)_ And I remember the
day you threw out your mug of milk into the street,
by reason, says you, you didn't like the colour of
the cow that gave it!

_Conan_: Will you stop ripping up little annoyances,
till I'll find the bellows!

_Rock_: It's what I'm thinking, her memory will
soon be back at the far side of Solomon's
Temple.

_Mother: (Repeats in Irish.)_ Agus is iomdha
sgeal a bhfeadain traacht air!

_Conan: (Shouting.)_ Is it that you'll drive the
seven senses out of me!

_Mother_: Is it that you begrudge me my recollection?
Ha! I have it in spite of you. _(Sings.)_

"Oft in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
The smiles, the tears, of childhood's years,
The words of love then spoken--
The eyes that shone, now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken.

"Thus in the stilly night--ere slumber's chain
hath bound me
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me!"

_Celia: (Bursting in.)_ Where is Conan?

_Conan_: What do you want of me?

_Celia_: I have got the hair brush.

_Conan_: Let