COTTER
You seem to be in a very bad humor to-night.
CONSTABLE
An' why not? When I have to put up with that
bla'gard of a Sergeant--not to mention the Head-constable!
MRS. COTTER
We all have our troubles.
CONSTABLE
Some of us get more than our share. An' 'tis far
from troublin' a dacent woman like you I'd be, only
for the Sergeant, ma'am.
MRS. COTTER
Excuse me, Constable. I can't keep me eyes open
with the sleep.
CONSTABLE
I'm sorry for troublin' you. But duty is duty, an' it
must be done whether we give offence to our best
friends or not. Sure, 'tis well I know that you have
no one on the premises.
MRS. COTTER
We can't please everybody.
CONSTABLE (_as he draws a chair to the fire and sits down_)
Who would try? I wonder is it snow we're goin' to
have?
MRS. COTTER
If you're cold, come up to the fire in the sittin'-room.
Or if I were you, I'd take a good walk.
CONSTABLE
I'm tired o' walkin', an' the cold gives me no trouble.
'Tis the pains I have here (_placing his hand on his
heart_) that affects me.
MRS. COTTER
What sort are they?
CONSTABLE
Cramps--of the worst kind.
MRS. COTTER
Gracious me! Have you taken anythin' for them?
CONSTABLE
What would be good for 'em?
MRS. COTTER
Hot milk an' pepper.
CONSTABLE
I tried that.
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