Did you put in the books?

Boody asked.

Maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow.

They wouldn’t give anything on them, she said.

Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble.

Where did you try? Boody asked.

M’Guinness’s.

Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table.

Bad cess to her big face! she cried.

Katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes.

What’s in the pot? she asked.