He might have gone home.

Probably he did go for dry clothing.

She would go to her sister.

She hurried across the bottom, with wavering knees she climbed the embankment, then skirting the fields, she half walked, half ran to the village, and selecting back streets and alleys, tumbled, half distracted, into the home of her sister.
"Holy Vargin!" screamed Katy Dolan.

"Whativer do be ailin' you, Mary Malone ?" "Jimmy! Jimmy!" sobbed the shivering Mary.
"I knew it! I knew it! I've ixpicted it for years!" cried Katy.
"They've had a fight----" "Just what I looked for! I always told you they were too thick to last!" "And Jimmy told Dannie he'd lied to me and married me himsilf----" "He did! I saw him do it!" screamed Katy.
"And Dannie tried to kill him----" "I hope to Hivin he got it done, for if any man iver naded killin'! A carpse named Jimmy Malone would a looked good to me any time these fiftane years.