[Rises lazily.] Ye
better try an' take things easy t'morrow.
MARY. It's well 'nough t' say, but them apples got t' be picked
an' the rest o' the potatoes sorted. If I could sleep at night
it'd be all right, but with them soldiers 'bout, I can't.
THADDEUS [crosses to right; fondly handles his double-barrelled
shot-gun]. Jolly, wish I'd see a flock o' birds.
MARY [showing nervousness]. I'd rather go without than hear ye
fire. I wish ye didn't keep it loaded.
THADDEUS. Ye know I ain't got time t' stop an' load when I see
the birds. They don't wait fer ye. [Hangs gun on wall, drops
into his chair, dejectedly.] Them pigs has got to be butchered.
MARY. Wait till I git a chance t' go t' sister's. I can't stand
it t' hear 'em squeal.
THADDEUS [pulling off his boots, grunting meanwhile]. Best go
soon then, 'cause they's fat as they'll ever be, an' there ain't
no use in wastin' feed on 'em. [Pause, rises.] Ain't ye most
ready fer bed?
MARY. Go on up.
[THADDEUS takes candle in one hand, boots in other; moves toward
stairs.]
An', Thad, try not t' snore to-night.
THADDEUS [reaching the landing].
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