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Ef Ah ever hed hed th' chanst t' put on ennything like-es-that, I'd not have hed t'marry a poor rancher like Bill. Ah could have hed my pick of the men at Oak Crick!" Sary sighed with pity at her own limitations in life, and she crept back to her kitchen planning how she could manage to get one of the girls to present her with some of the bridal finery.
Sure, what chanst has a poor fellow the same as meself, wid the ould wans at home to support as well as meself, when there's such a fine match as Mr. Quinn to the fore! Och bedad! when ye're sittin' along wid him on your side-car, ye'll never offer to throw so much as a look at poor Mike."
She put up her hands to cover her face and turned her head away, while Mrs. Blakeston kept on hitting mercilessly. 'Time! shouted some of the men 'Time! and Mrs. Blakeston stopped to rest herself. 'It don't seem 'ardly fair to set them two on tergether. Liza's got no chanst against a big woman like thet, said a man among the crowd.
"I wint out to think, an' I did a powerful lot av thinkin', but ut all came round to that shlip av a girl in the dotted blue dhress, wid the blue eyes an' the sparkil in them. Thin I kept off canteen, an' I kept to the married quarthers, or near by, on the chanst av meetin' Dinah. Did I meet her?
The new occupant was prepared for this line of interrogation and he laughed easily. "Long erbout a year back," he said, "a feller named Thornton thet dwelt over thar in Virginny got inter debt ter me an' couldn't pay out. He give me a lease on this hyar place, but I didn't hev no chanst ter come over hyar an' look at hit afore now."
"Ah!" broke in Mulvaney, "ye'd no chanst against the maraudin' psalm-singer. They'll take the airs an' the graces instid av the man nine times out av ten, an' they only find the blunder later the wimmen." "That's just where yo're wrong," said Learoyd, reddening under the freckled tan of his cheeks. "I was th' first wi' 'Liza, an' yo'd think that were enough.
If they didn't want her bad enough to run an ad, they couldn't hev missed her very much." "That's so," agreed the Boarder, convinced by Bobby's able argument. "Most likely she doesn't belong to any one," was Amarilly's theory. "She just came to stay a while, and then she'll go away again." "She won't git no chanst to 'scape, unless she kin go out the way the chillern does," laughed Mrs. Jenkins.
Norrie felt a bayonet under his left shoulder-blade. Coke was roared down, and a hoarse voice growled: "Me for the tall timbers, maties. It's each one for hisself now." "Aye, aye!" came the chorus . . . "Shove her ashore! . . . Give us a chanst there. . . We've none at sea." Dom Corria, being something of a fatalist, did not interfere.
'Ow d'yer know? 'She's been tellin' people in the street. 'Go' lumme, said Jim, furious, 'if she dares ter touch a 'air of your 'ead, swop me dicky I'll give 'er sich a 'idin' as she never 'ad before! By God, give me the chanst, an' I would let 'er 'ave it; I'm bloomin' well sick of 'er sulks! He clenched his fist as he spoke. Liza was a coward.
Old Daddy Dunnigan was the first to see her hovering uncertainly upon the edge of the crowd. Brandishing his crutch he howled into the ears of those nearest him: "Give th' lady a chanst! Come on, miss! He's her man, an' God be praised! she wants to see 'um foight!"
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