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"He's awake, thin," said the woman. 'I've just come down from sitting wid him the last hour, tilling him fine shtories of ould County Tyrone. 'Tis a greedy gossoon, it is, yer riverence, for me shtories." "Small the doubt," said Father Rogan. "There's no rocking would put him to slape the quicker, I'm thinking."
And Father John got up from table, and went out of the room. As soon, however, as Denis saw that he was really going, he rose and followed him out of the door. "Sit down, Denis, sit down don't be laving your company such a night as this." "But I want to have jist a word with yer riverence." "Well, what is it?" "Jist step outside then, Father John."
Won't the pigs do as well at Pat Brady's as they will down at Drumsna?" "Why you see, Father John, after to-morrow is Friday, which wouldn't do for the two legs of mutton Pat brought from Carrick with him yesterday, and the fine ham, yer riverence, Mrs.
"Well, Denis," said Father John, "I believe I've done all I can this time; and as I know you'll want to be looking after the cow that's in calf no, not the cow, but the pigs I'll be off." "Folly on, Father John, folly on; it's always the way with yer riverence to be making yer game of a poor boy like me!
"Flowers, me leddy? that's what I did fer his Riverence, indoors and out, and dressed them fer the shows, mem, and not few's the prize money we took. His Riverence, he called a rose for Kathy, that is to say Kathleen; 'twas that big 'twould hide yer face. Flowers, is it? Well, I don't know!"
As it was about dinner-time, his reverence thought he would stay and have a "morsel" with the old dame; but what was his horror to see served up in good style a pair of splendid roast ducks! "Oh! musha, Mistress O'Brien, what have ye there?" he exclaimed, in well-feigned surprise. "Ducks, yer riverence." "Ducks! roast ducks! and this a fast-day of the holy Church!" "Wisha!
I think I heard him say Tom Ginty wanted him." "Is it Tom Ginty? but shure what would Tom be doing with Father Cullen? wouldn't he be going to his own priest? Well, what time will yer riverence come up to Pat Brady's to-morrow?" "Well, get the mutton done about seven to-morrow evening, and I'll be with you. But you'll ask Tom Ginty, eh?" "Sorrow a foot, then!" "Nor Betsy Cane, Denis?"
"'Tis a nice time for the likes of him to be botherin' yer Riverence. Will I tell them ye'll go in the mornin'?" "No, Ann, tell them I'll go now." "Can't ye have wan night in peace?" "McCarthy is peace, Ann. You don't understand." No, Ann didn't understand. She only saw more labor. She didn't understand that it was only this that the priest needed to crown the glory of his day.
"Take the laste taste in life to wet your lips, your riverence," said a kind voice, while at the same moment a smoking tumbler of what seemed to be punch appeared on the heads of the crowd. "Thank ye, Judy," said the father, as he drained the cup. "Howld the light up higher; I can't read my speech. There now, be quiet, will ye! Here goes. Peter, stand to me now and give me the word."
"Yes, sure, sir the alther-piece, that was althered for to fit to the place, for it was too big when it came down from Dublin, so they cut off the sides where the sojers was, bekase it stopt out the windows, and wouldn't lave a bit o' light for his riverence to read mass; and sure the sojers were no loss out o' the alther-piece, and was hung up afther in the vesthery, and serve them right, the blackguards.
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