Cracked Mary: What way could you make friends with people would be always talking?  Too much of talk and of noise there was in it, cursing, and praying, and tormenting; some dancing, some singing, and one writing a letter to a she devil called Lucifer.  I not to close my ears, I would have lost the sound of Davideen’s song.

Miss Joyce: It was good shelter you got in it through the bad weather, and not to be out perishing under cold, the same as the starlings in the snow.

Cracked Mary: I was my seven months in it, my seven months and a day.  My good clothes that went astray on me and my boots.  My fine gaudy dress was all moth-eated, that was worked with the wings of birds.  To fall into dust and ashes it did, and the wings rose up into the high air.

Bartley Fallen.  Take care would the madness catch on to ourselves the same as the chin-cough or the pock.

Mrs. Broderick: Ah, that’s not the way it goes travelling from one to another, but some that are naturally cracked and inherit it.

Shawn Early: It is a family failing with her tribe.  The most of them get giddy in their latter end.

Miss Joyce: It might be it was sent as a punishment before birth, for to show the power of God.

Peter Tannian: It is tea-drinking does it, and that is the reason it is on the wife it is apt to fall for the most part.

Mrs. Broderick: Ah, there’s some does be thinking their wives isn’t right, and there’s others think they are too right.  There to be any fear of me going astray, I give you my word I’d lose my wits on the moment.

Hyacinth Halvey: There are some say it is the moon.

Shawn Early: So it is too.  The time the moon is going back, the blood that is in a person does be weakening, but when the moon is strong, the blood that moves strong in the same way.  And it to be at the full, it drags the wits along with it, the same as it drags the tide.

Mrs. Broderick: Those that are light show off more and have the talk of twenty the time it is at the full, that is sure enough.  And to hold up a silk handkerchief and to look through it, you would see the four quarters of the moon; I was often told that.

Miss Joyce: It is not you, Mr. Halvey, will give in to an unruly thing like the moon, that is under no authority, and cannot be put back, the same as a fast day that would chance to fall upon a feast.

Hyacinth Halvey: It is likely it is put in the sky the same as a clock for our use, the way you would pick knowledge of the weather, the time the stars would be wild about it.

Mrs. Broderick: That is very nice now.  The thing you’d know, you’d like to go on, and to hear more or less about it.

Miss Joyce:  (To H.H.) It is a lantern for your own use it will be to-night, and his Reverence coming home through the street, and yourself coming along with him to the house.