MARTIN DOUL -- [with disappointment.] -- It'd be a long terrible
way to be walking ourselves, and I'm thinking that's a wonder
will bring small joy to us at all.
TIMMY -- [turning on him impatiently.] -- What is it you want
with your walking? It's as deaf as blind you're growing if
you're not after hearing me say it's in this place the wonder
would be done.
MARTIN DOUL -- [with a flash of anger.] -- If it is can't you
open the big slobbering mouth you have and say what way it'll be
done, and not be making blather till the fall of night.
TIMMY -- [jumping up.] -- I'll be going on now (Mary Doul rises),
and not wasting time talking civil talk with the like of you.
MARY DOUL -- [standing up, disguising her impatience.] -- Let you
come here to me, Timmy, and not be minding him at all. (Timmy
stops, and she gropes up to him and takes him by the coat).]
You're not huffy with myself, and let you tell me the whole story
and don't be fooling me more. . . . Is it yourself has brought
us the water?
TIMMY. It is not, surely.
MARY DOUL. Then tell us your wonder, Timmy. . . . What
person'll bring it at all?
TIMMY -- [relenting.
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