She felt a soft wet substance with her fingers and was surprised that nobody spoke or took off her bandage. There was a pause for a few seconds; and then a great deal of scuffling and whispering. Somebody said something about the garden, and at last Mrs. Donnelly said something very cross to one of the next-door girls and told her to throw it out at once: that was no play.
Although the tile of the article is Clay, there is no appearance of the word Clay in the article, we could still realize what Maria has touched is clay, and it differs James Joyce from other mediocre writers.