LOGAN That’s true.  Now tell me, do you expect to get work in this town?

FALVEY
’Tis my intention to try.

LOGAN You’d have as much chance of slippin’ into heaven with your soul as black as a skillet from mortal sins, unknownst to St. Peter, as you’d have of gettin’ a job with an old coat like that.

FALVEY
And what can I do, God help me, when I have no
other?

LOGAN I’ll swap with you, and then you’ll have some chance, but otherwise you might as well walk back to where you came from.

FALVEY But I couldn’t take a coat from a strange gentleman like yourself and have an easy conscience.  Sure, this old coat of mine is only fit to be used for a scarecrow.

LOGAN You’re a fool to be talkin’ like that, stranger.  Don’t you know that you must take all you can get and give away as little as you can if you want to be successful in life?

FALVEY And why, then, should you be givin’ me your coat when you want it yourself?

LOGAN You had better say no more, lest I might change my mind.  Sure, ’tis sorry I may be to-night when I’m facing the cold winds on the lonely roads that I exchanged my fine warm coat for an old threadbare garment that a rag man wouldn’t give a child a lump of candy for.

FALVEY Sure, St. Francis himself couldn’t do more, and he that tore his coat in two and shared it with the beggars.

LOGAN ’Tis easy for a saint of God to be good, when he feels that he’ll be rewarded for his self-sacrifice, but have no more old talk and give me that old coat of yours, or if you don’t I might change my mind, and then you’ll have plenty of time to regret your foolishness.

FALVEY Very well, stranger, very well. (They exchange coats) May the Lord spare you all the days you want to live, and may you never want for anythin’ but the ill wishes of your enemies.

LOGAN That coat makes you look like a gentleman, and if you only had a better hat, and a good shave, you might get some old widow with a small farm to marry you, if you are a bachelor.

FALVEY Of course I’m a bachelor.  Who’d be bothered with the likes of me for a husband.  Sure, I wouldn’t raise my hand to a woman in a thousand years, and what do women care about a man unless he can earn lots of money and leather the devil out of them when they don’t behave themselves?

LOGAN That’s true.  And when a man hasn’t any money to give his wife, the next best thing to do is to give her a good beatin’.

FALVEY That’s what my father used to say.  But ’tis the lucky thing for me all the same that I’m not married, an’ that I strayed into a house like this to-day.  Yet I don’t think ‘tis a bit fair for me to be wearin’ your fine coat and you wearin’ mine.  You don’t look a bit comfortable in it.

LOGAN I feel comfortable, and far more comfortable than you can imagine; and after all that’s what matters.  Every eye forms its own beauty, and when the heart is young, it doesn’t matter how old you are.