Timothy: Hurry on, Ma’am, and remember, and take the spell off the whole of us.

Mother: I am going back, back, to the longest thing that is in my mind and my memory!...  I myself a child in my mother’s arms the very day I was christened....

Conan: Ah, stop your raving!

Mother: Songs and storytelling, and my old generations laying down news of this spell that is now come to pass....

Rock: Did they tell what way to undo the charm?

Mother: You have but to turn the bellows the same as the smith would turn the anvil, or St. Patrick turned the stone for fine weather ... and to blow a blast ...and a twist will come inside in it and the charm will fall off with that blast, and undo the work that has been done!

All: Turn it so!
      (Cats look over, playing on fiddles “O Johnny, I
              hardly knew you,” while mother blows on each.)

Timothy: Ha! (Takes hands from ears and puts one behind his ear.)

Rock: Ha!  Where now is my bag? (Turns out his pockets, unhappy to find them empty.)

Flannery: Ha! (Smiles and holds out umbrella to Conan, who takes it.)

Mother:  (To Celia.) Let you blow a blast on me. (Celia does so.) Now it’s much if I can remember to blow a blast backward upon yourself!

Celia: Stop a minute!  Leave what is in me of life and of courage till I will blow the last blast is in the bellows upon Conan.

Conan: Stop that!  Do you think to change and to crow over me.  You will not or I’ll lay my curse upon you, unless you would change me into an eagle would be turning his back upon the whole of ye, and facing to his perch upon the right hand of the master of the gods!

Celia: Is it to waste the last blast you would?  Not at all.  As we burned the candle we’ll burn the inch!  I’ll not make two halves of it, I’ll give it to you entirely!

Conan: You will not, you unlucky witch of illwill!
        (Protects himself with umbrella.)

Celia:  (Having got him to a corner.) Let you
take things quiet and easy from this out, and be as
content as you have been contrary from the very
day and hour of your birth!
      (She blows upon him and he sits down smiling. 
              Mother blows on Celia, and she sits down
              in first attitude.)

Celia: (Taking up pigeon.) Oh, there you are come back my little dove and my darling!
        (Sings:  “Shule Aroon.")

“Come sit and settle on my knee
And I’ll tell you and you’ll tell me
A tale of what will never be,
Go-de-tou-Mavourneen slan!”

Conan: (Lighting pipe.) So the dove is there, too.  Aristotle said there is nothing at the end but what there used to be at the beginning.  Well now, what a pleasant day we had together, and what good neighbours we all are, and what a comfortable family entirely.