I want to speak to them. I've a great plan
in my head. {Look at them all looking at each
other. She has them wore out with her plans. )

Mrs. Geog.
Don't tell me, Ellen, that 'tis goats again.
I was thinking th€ other day it was only by the
help of God you got shut of those queer out-
landish goats you had.
Aunt Ellen.
I haven't had a goat these two years,

Mrs. Geog.
'Tis well for you.
Kate.
Another time you were for making a for-
tune out of tobacco.
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Jane.
Another time it was Muscovy ducks — cross,
^ild things ; they had me in dread every time I
went to see you.
Aunt Ellen.
Well, I have spirit in me and independence.
I'm not like the common farmer people, plod-
ding on in the same old rut from generation
to generation.
Mrs. Geog.
Don't mind the children, Ellen. It's only
joking they are. Tell us what's on your mind
now.
Aunt Ellen.
Well, I've been reading a deal lately about
co-operation.
Mrs. Geog.
What?

Aunt Ellen.
Co-operation. They say it will be the sal-
vation of Ireland.
Mrs. Geog.
Wisha, don't believe them. They're always
blowing about this, that, and the other, and

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(saying it's to be the salvation of the country.
