children, but in this place it

is the young men do be leaving things behind for them that do be old.

She goes out slowly. Nora goes over to the ladder.

Wait, Nora, maybe she’d turn back quickly. She’s that sorry, God help her, you wouldn’t know the thing she’d do.

Is she gone round by the bush?

Looking out.—She’s gone now. Throw it down quickly, for the Lord knows when she’ll be out of it again.

Getting the bundle from the loft.—The young priest said he’d be passing to-morrow, and we might go down and speak to him below if it’s Michael’s they are surely.

Taking the bundle.—Did he say what way they were found?