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You'll be puttin' in your gab, an' me spakin'? How-an-iver, as I was sayin', our house was the first ye came to, an' they say there's a great blessin' to thim that gives, the first charity to a poor man or woman settin' out to look for their bit." Farmer "Throgs, ay! Whin they set out; to look for their bit." Wife "By the crass, Brian, you'd vex a saint.
"Yer spakin' ov clothes, Jamie; I'm spakin' ov mind, an' ye wor behind th' doore whin th' wor givin' it out, but begorra, Anna was at th' head ov th' class, an' that's no feerie story, naither, is it, me bhoy?" At the head of Pogue's entry, Bob Dougherty, Tommy Wilson, Sam Manderson, Lucinda Gordon and a dozen others stopped for a "partin' crack." The kettle was boiling on the chain.
"Fardorougha ahagur," continued the wife, checking herself, and addressing him in a kind and affectionate voice, "maybe I was spakin' too harsh to you, but sure it was an' is for your own good. How an' ever, I'll thry kindness, and if you have a heart at all, you can't but show it when you hear what I'm goin' to say."
"'Wirra! wirra! sez the mother, 'it's wanderin' she is, the darlin'; for Scotty, don't ye see, was the grand barkeeper of the hotel. "'Savin' yer presence, ma'am, sez I, 'and the child's here, ez is half a saint already, it's thruth she's spakin' it's Scotty she wants. And with that my angel blinks wid her black eyes 'yes. "'Bring him, says the docthor, 'at once.
Goodnough had gone at once with her daughter who had met her at the wharf, but Jennie's cousin, who lived out of the city, had sent her husband to the ship, and, as he was porter in one of the large warehouses, and did not go home till night, Jennie had leisure to attend to Bessie, whom she saw to the train, and to whom she said at parting: "Keep yer vail down, honey, for there's spalpeens an' bla'guards everywhere, and they might be for spakin to ye.
"An' my son," said Larry, "is husband enough for a betther girl nor ever called you father not makin' little, at the same time, of either you or her." "Paddy," said Burn, "there's no use in spakin' that way. I agree wid Antony, that you ought to throw in the 'slip." "Is it what I have to pay my next gale o' rint wid? No, no! If he won't marry her widout it, she'll get as good that will."
Mrs. Joyce, however, said: "Ah, sure maybe the crathur wasn't intindin' any such great harm all the while, God be good to him. And, anyway, where he's gone he'll find plinty ready to be spakin' up for him, and puttin' the best face they can on the matter."
"Well, sur, I may not be as well up in the new-fangled ways of spakin' as some other people are. Begor! with yer cawn'ts an' shawn'ts, an' chawnces, an' the divil only knows what in the way of pronunciayshon, a dacint, hard-workin' gerl can't make out half what's said nowadays. You call the man down-stairs wan thing an' I call him another, but both of them are the same man.
God bless you, young man, you're a credit yourself to any parents." "An' we have nothin' to say aginst your son, nor aginst your wife aither," replied the Bodagh; "an' if your own name was as clear if you wor looked upon as they are tut, I'm spakin' nonsense! How do I know whether ever your son and my daughter spoke a word to one another or not?"
But, in the mane time, who was spakin' about her? Begor, if I thought he had the heart I'd but he hasn't." "I know he hasn't," said the Rouser. "He's nothing but a white-livered dog," said Duffy. "I thought, to tell you the truth," said M'Cormick, "that you might give a guess as to the girl, but for the Bodagh's daughter, he has not the mettle for that."
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