CONALL. It is to God Sunday belongs----

TEACHER. That's not it; that was said before. It is at Tuesday

we are now. Who is it has Tuesday? (_The little boy does not answer._)

Who is it has Tuesday? Don't be a fool, now.

CONALL (_putting the joint of his finger in his eye_). I don't

know.

TEACHER. Oh, my shame you are! Look now; go in the place

Fearall is, and he will go in your place. Now, Fearall.

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