Maybe she’d wake up on us, and come in before we’d done.

Coming to the table.

It’s a long time we’ll be, and the two of us crying.

Goes to the inner door and listens.—She’s moving about on the bed. She’ll be coming in a minute.

Give me the ladder, and I’ll put them up in the turf-loft, the way she won’t know of them at all, and maybe when the tide turns she’ll be going down to see would he be floating from the east.

They put the ladder against the gable of the chimney; Cathleen goes up a few steps and hides the bundle in the turf-loft. Maurya comes from the inner room.

Looking up at Cathleen and speaking querulously.