he halted and growled angrily：
-- for england...
two barefoot urchins， sucking long liquorice laces， halted near him， gaping at his stump with their yellow-slobbered mouths.
he swung himself forward in vigorous jerks， halted， lifted his head towards a window and bayed deeply：
-- home and beauty.
the gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two， ceased. the blind of the window was drawn aside. a card unfurnished apartments slipped from the sash and fell.
a plump bare generous arm shone， was seen， held forth from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps. a woman's hand flung forth a coin over the area railings. it fell on the path.
one of the urchins ran to it， picked it up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap， saying：
-- there， sir.
katey and boody dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen.
-- 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.
body 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.
-- shirts， maggy said.
boody cried angrily：
-- crickey， is there nothing for us to eat？
katey， lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt， asked：
-- and what's in this？
a heavy fume gushed in answer.
-- peasoup， maggy said.
-- where did you get it？ katey asked.
-- sister mary patrick， maggy said.
the lacquey rang his bell.
-- barang！
boody sat down at the table and said hungrily：
-- give us it here！
maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl. katey， sitting opposite boody， said quietly， as her fingertip lifted to her mouth random crumbs.