Bhí naíonán fireann ag imirt le gligín ar an mbrat urláir, in aice le cathaoir ina raibh a mháthair suite agus í ag léamh leabhair. Chuir sé scairt mheidhreach as féin, gach uile uair a chuala sé an torann binn a tháinig as an deis tar éis a craite. Ansin thit an gligín as a lámha. Tugadh scathamh beag ar siúl é, trasna an urláir, ag sciorradh agus ag iompó. Thit an naíonán ar a bholg nuair a shin sé é féin amach roimhe, le breith ar an rud beag gleoite.

A baby boy was playing with a little bell/rattle on the carpet, next to a chair where his mother was sitting and reading a book. He made a merry shout every time he heard the sweet noise that came from the right[deis??? hand] after its shaking. Then the bell fell from his hands. It was given a little while to walk, across the floor, slipping and turning. The baby fell onto his stomach as he reached out to grab the pretty little thing.

MEAIG: Tá mé ag iarraidh a dhul in éineacht le Coilmin.
MÁIRÍN: Seo i do leaba anois, a Mheaig, nó go socróidh tú sios, is ná cloisim focal eile as ceachtar agaibh.
MEAIG: Ara muise, a bhundúin, ní thabharfaidh tú mo dhúshlánsa. Ach fan go dtiocfaidh Darach ar ais. Bainfidh sé sin fuil as na polláirí agat. (Cuireann sí an phluid ar a ceann.)
MÁIRÍN: By dad, ach meas tú cén sórt folach bhíog í seo?
JACKIE: (Ag cur a dhá lámh timpeall ar Mháirín): O,a Mháirín. (deep emotion)
MÁIRÍN: Ná bí ag caoineadh, a Jackie
JACKIE: D’inis mé an fhirinne dhó.
MÁIRÍN: Oh Lord, is céard a tharla?

MEAIG: I want to go with together with Coilmin.
MÁIRÍN: This is your bed now, Meag, until you settle down, and I won’t hear another word from either of you.
MEAIG: Ah indeed, you ass, you won’t challenge me. But wait until Darach comes back. He will get blood out of your nostrils. (She puts the blanket on her head.)
MÁIRÍN: My dad, but what kind of hid-and-seek do you think this is?
JACKIE: (Putting her arms around Máirín): Oh, Máirín
MÁIRÍN: Don’t cry, Jackie.
JACKIE: I told him the truth.
MÁIRÍN: Oh Lord, what happened?