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He was speaking in a jerky, agitated manner and he began to move away as if he were afraid that she would detain him. "I'll come another time," he added. "Well, you're the quare man," she said. "Anybody'd think you were afeard of me, the hurry you're in to run away!" He laughed nervously. "Of course, I'm not afraid of you," he exclaimed. "Why should I be?" "I don't know!"
"Hearty, is it?" said Mrs. McNally, craning her short neck. "No happy, maybe no, that's not it. Healthy, that's it! 'He is very healthy." "Laws!" said Henrietta, "that's a quare thing to be sayin'. Who cares whether he's healthy or not?" "A-ah, me dear," returned her mother sagely, "when ye get to my age ye'll know it makes a great deal o' differ especially to a farmer. The poor d'da!
"This is a quare counthrie, an' no mistake; it seems to be always blowin' a gale o' surprises. Wot's wrong wid ye, Bumble?" The negro groaned. "Sure that may be a civil answer, but it's not o' much use. Hallo! what air they doin' wid the poor cratur now?"
"Beclad, you're a quare woman; an' only that my regard for you is great entirely, we would be two, Ellish; but I know you're dacent still." He then left her and joined his friends in the little room that was appropriated for drinking, where, with a great deal of mirth, he related the failure of the plan they had formed for outwitting Peter and Ellish. "Boys," said he, "she's too many for us! St.
"It's a great shame you, a lady born." "No, Jane, I do not look upon it in that light. I shall be happier for having my mind and my hands occupied." "What work will you do?" "I don't know yet. Dodger will advise me." "Who, miss?" "Dodger." "Who is he?" "It's the boy I spoke of." "Shure, he's got a quare name." "Yes; but names don't count for much.
"It's often I heard tell of it," she now said, "but I never believed it rightly till now though, indeed, why should not I? Does not my mother, down there in the lane, know quare stories, God bless us, beyant telling about it? But you ought not to have slept in the back bedroom.
I don't want you PERMANENTLY, but only for a day, or two days at most, because our cook has left." "Arrah, ma'am, you said your cook was Susan Hastings! Yer a quare leddy, I'm thinkin', an' yer husband here, is another! Sthrivin' to entice away a cook as is satisfied wid her place, and who manes honest by her employers!"
'Tisn't that I am set ag'in. 'Tis this quare stuff wid the little bits av black leather in it. I misdoubt I will be distressin'ly sick wid it in the mornin'. Fwhat is ut? 'Goose liver, I said, climbing on the top of the carriage, for I knew that it was better to sit out with Mulvaney than to dance many dances. 'Goose liver is ut? said Mulvaney.
"Not such a thing as a pot in it," she repeated. "God bless us! it must be a quare place. Well, Mrs. Kinsella, ma'am, if I do lave the pot behind I'll make sure that yourself has it." "Thank ye, ma'am," responded Mrs. Kinsella, with alacrity. "Any ould thing at all that ye wouldn't be wantin' 'ud come in handy for me.
"Well, hit wuz quare 'bout Ben, but he stayed roun' heah fer a mont, hidin' in de woods in de daytime, an' slippin' out nights an' gittin' clay ter eat an' water f'om de crick yanker ter drink. De water in dat crick wuz cl'ar in dem days, stidder bein' yallar lak it is now."
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