Carmody monologue — The Straw

No back talk! Pictures or not, it's all the same mopin' and lazin' in it. (_After a pause--morosely._) It's the bad luck I've been havin' altogether this last year since your mother died. Who's to do the work and look after Nora and Tom and yourself, if Eileen is bad took and has to stay in her bed? I'll have to get Mrs. Brennan come look after the house. That means money, too, and where's it to come from? All that I've saved from slavin' and sweatin' in the sun with a gang of lazy Dagoes'll be up the spout in no time. (_Bitterly._) What a fool a man is to be raisin' a raft of children and him not a millionaire! (_With lugubrious self-pity._) Mary, dear, it's a black curse God put on me when he took your mother just when I needed her most. (Mary _commences to sob._ Carmody _starts and looks at her angrily._) What are you sniffin' at?