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What we call "characters" were to be found in every cottage the commonplace was the exception. Indeed, I do not remember that it existed at all in "The Lane," as this locality was called. Perhaps among the inhabitants of The Lane none more deserved distinction than Mary Magovern. The grandmother of a numerous family, she united all the masculine and feminine virtues.
Magovern will git out, sur, sez I, 'for this isn't the Washington Market at all. 'It is not, ma'am, sez he, 'but that's where I'll take yez, sez he. 'Sit down, ladies, sez he, 'and pay me the money, sez he. 'I had a great many paple to lave, sez he. An' indade he had, ma'am. An' we paid the money agin, an' we wint down to the bottom o' the city. 'This is not the Washington Market, Mrs.
Mary Magovern kept a drinking-shop behind the living-rooms of her cottage, and the immense prestige she had in The Lane must have had some foundation in the power which this thriving business gave her, many of her neighbors being under the obligation of debt to her. Mike Quinlan would have been her most frequent visitor had it not been for the ever-open eye of Mrs.
Magovern, sez I. 'It is not, Mrs. Haley, sez she. 'We'll git out, Mrs. Magovern, sez I. 'We will, Mrs. Haley, sez she. Thin came the gintleman that first had the dure in his hand. 'What's the matther, ladies? sez he.
"Had you not better take some friend with you who has been there before, lest you should get lost?" "Faith, I had, ma'am: I had a right to have moor sinse an' think o' that." So Mrs. Haley departed, returning again in company with Mary Magovern: "Here's Mary Magovern, ma'am: she's goin' along wid me." "Ah, that's very well. You know the city, Mary? you've been there?" "I have not, ma'am."
Magovern, sez I, this isn't the Washington Market, sez I. It is not, Mrs. Haley, sez she. 'We'll git out, Mrs. Magovern, sez I. 'We will, Mrs. Haley, sez she.
At last, when the family were retiring to bed, came Mrs. Haley and Mrs. Magovern to report their arrival. In spite of the lateness of the hour my mother received them, and in spite of their wearied and worn faces administered a gentle rebuke for the anxiety that Mrs. Haley had caused her spouse. "Well, indade it's no wonder he was throubled," said Mrs. Haley, "an' it's a wonder we got here at all.
King, suddenly applying the corner of her apron to her overflowing eyes "Do?" she continued in a broken voice. "I've been crying these three days." "But what do you do to make it better?" Mrs. King took heart, folded her arms, and thus applied herself to the setting forth of her humane exertions: "In comes Mistress Magovern, an', 'Mrs.
An' sez I, 'Mrs. Magovern, it would be better for us if we wint home, sez I. 'It would, Mrs. Haley, sez she; an' we come down to the boat, an' it was two hours agin befoor the boat would go, an' thin we come home; an' it's toired we are, an' it's an' awful place, the city is."
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