er 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 advance;
If he comes back again 'tis but a chance;
Os go de tu Mavourneen slan!"

_Conan: (Putting her away.)_ What way would
he be in it? Let you put a stop to that humming.
_(Seizes her.)_ Come here to the light ...is it
you sewed this button on my coat?

_Celia:_ It was not. It is likely it was some
tailor down in the North.

_Conan:_ It is getting loose on the sleeve.

_Celia_: Ah, it will last a good while yet. Coo, coo!

_Conan: (Getting before her.)_ It would be no
great load on you to get a needle and put a stitch
would tighten it.

_Celia:_ I'll do it in the by and bye. There, I
twisted the thread around it. That'll hold good
enough for a while.

_Conan:_ "Anything worth doing at all is worth
doing well."

_Celia:_ Aren't you getting very dainty in your
dress?

_Conan:_ Any man would like to have a decent
appearance on his suit.

_Celia:_ Isn't it the same to-day as it was
yesterday?

_Conan:_ Have you ne'er a needle?

_Celia:_ I don't know where is it gone.

_Conan:_ You haven't a stim of sense. Can't
you keep in mind "Everything in its right place."

_Celia:_ Sure, there's no hurry--the day is long.

_Conan:_ Anything has to be done, the quickest
to do it is the best.

_Celia:_ I'm not working by the hour or the day.

_Conan:_ Look now at Penelope of the Greeks,
and all her riches, and her man not at hand to urge
her, how well she sat at the loom from morn till
night till she'd have the makings of a suit of frieze.

_Celia:_ Ah, that was in the ancient days, when
you wouldn't buy it made and ready in the shops.

_Conan:_ Will you so much as go to