TIMMY -- [still astonished.] -- And he's after leaving the holy
water with the two of you? It's a wonder, surely. [Comes down
left a little.]
MOLLY BYRNE. The lads told him no person could carry them things
through the briars, and steep, slippy-feeling rocks he'll be
climbing above, so he looked round then, and gave the water, and
his big cloak, and his bell to the two of us, for young girls,
says he, are the cleanest holy people you'd see walking the
world. [Mary Doul goes near seat.]
MARY DOUL -- [sits down, laughing to herself.] -- Well, the
Saint's a simple fellow, and it's no lie.
MARTIN DOUL -- [leaning forward, holding out his hands.] -- Let
you give me the water in my hand, Molly Byrne, the way I'll know
you have it surely.
MOLLY BYRNE -- [giving it to him.] -- Wonders is queer things,
and maybe it'd cure you, and you holding it alone.
MARTIN DOUL -- [looking round.] -- It does not, Molly. I'm not
seeing at all. (He shakes the can.) There's a small sup only.
Well, isn't it a great wonder the little trifling thing would
bring seeing to the blind, and be showing us the big women and
the young girls, and all the fine things is walking the world.
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