And would you ask me to live in Ireland where I've
been imposed on and kept in ignorance, and to die where the divil
himself wouldn't take me as a gift, let alone the blessed angels?
You can come or stay. You can take your old way or take my young
way. But stick in this place I will not among a lot of
good-for-nothing divils that'll not do a hand's turn but watch
the grass growing and build up the stone wall where the cow
walked through it. And Sir Horace Plunkett breaking his heart all
the time telling them how they might put the land into decent
tillage like the French and Belgians.
SIR PEARCE. Yes, he's quite right, you know, Mrs O'Flaherty:
quite right there.
MRS O'FLAHERTY. Well, sir, please God the war will last a long
time yet; and maybe I'll die before it's over and the separation
allowance stops.
O'FLAHERTY. That's all you care about. It's nothing but milch
cows we men are for the women, with their separation allowances,
ever since the war began, bad luck to them that made it!
TERESA [coming from the porch between the General and Mrs
O'Flaherty.
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