m of the pot.

_Crow_: Caw! Caw! Caw!

(_Cats reappear and look over back of settle_.)

(_Music from behind_.) ("_O'Donnall Abu_.")

CURTAIN

ACT II




ACT II


_Conan alone holding up bellows, singing_:

_Conan:_

"And doth not a meeting like this make amends
For all the long years I've been wandering away
Deceived for a moment it's now in my hands--
breathe the fresh air of life's morning again!"

_Celia_: (_Comes in having listened amused at
door; claps hands_.) Very good! It is you yourself
should be going to the dance house to-night in
place of myself. It is long since I heard you rise
so happy a tune!

_Conan_: (_Putting bellows behind him_.) What
brings you here? Is there no work for you out in
the garden--the cabbages to be cutting for the
cow....

_Celia_: I wouldn't wish to roughen my hands
before evening. Music there will be for the dancing!

(_She lilts Miss McLeod's Reel_.)

_Conan_: Let you go ready yourself for it so.

_Celia_: Is it at this time of the day? You
should be forgetting the hours of the clock the
same as the poor mother.

_Conan_: It is a strange thing since I came to
this house I never can get one minute's ease and
quiet to myself.

_Celia_: It was hearing you singing brought me in.

_Conan:_ I'd sooner have you without! Be
going now.

_Celia:_ I will and welcome. It is to bring out
my little pigeon I will, where there is a few grains
of barley fell from a car going the road.

_Conan:_ Hurry on so!

_Celia: (Taking up cage.)_ He is not in his crib.
_(Looking here and there.)_ Where now can he
have gone?

_Conan:_ He should have gone out the door.

_Celia:_ He did not. He could not have come
out unknown to me. Coo, coo,--coo--coo.

_Conan:_ Never mind him now. You are putting
my mind astray with your Coo, coo--

_Celia:_ He might be in under the settle.
_(Stoops.)_ Where are you, my little bird. _(Sings.)
(Air, "Shule Aroon_.")

"But now my love has gone to France
His own fair fortune to advan