Of course, Hilda is Irish,--the Burgoynes have been stage people for generations,--and she has the Irish voice.

It's delightful to hear it in a London theatre.

That laugh, now, when she doubles over at the hips--who ever heard it out of Galway?
She saves her hand, too.

She's at her best in the second act.

She's really MacConnell's poetic motif, you see; makes the whole thing a fairy tale." The second act opened before Philly Doyle's underground still, with Peggy and her battered donkey come in to smuggle a load of potheen across the bog, and to bring Philly word of what was doing in the world without, and of what was happening along the roadsides and ditches with the first gleam of fine weather.