y shouldn't you sleep?"

"'Deed then, Miss, I don't jist know, but they do be saying that
Denis is so noisy at nights, a-shoeing all the cattle over again as
he shod in the day, and counting the money; and you see, av he was
hammering away the blessed live-long night that way, maybe I'd be
hurted."

"It's too late for you to think of that now; but he'll be quieter
than that, I should think, when you're with him."

"Maybe he will, Miss; and as you say, I couldn't dacently be off it
now. But thin--oh laws!--I'm thinking what will poor Pat be doing
without me, and no one in it at all to bile the pratees and feed the
pigs--the craturs!"

"That's nonsense, Mary--you and he was always fighting; he'll have
more peace in it when you're gone."

"That's thrue for you, Miss, sartanly, and that's what breaks the
heart of me intirely. Too much pace isn't good for Pat, no how; he'll
never do no good, you'll see, when he comes to have so much of his
own way. 'Deed then, the heart's low within me, to be laving Pat this
way!" And Miss Brady put the tail of her gown into the corner of her
eye.

"But Mary, you'll have to be caring more for your husband now. I
suppose you love Denis McGovery, don't you? I'd never marry a man
unless I loved him."

"Oh! that's in course--I do love him; why wouldn't I? for he has a
nice little room all dacently furnished for any young woman to go
into--besides the shop; and he never has the horses at all into the
one we sleeps in, as is to be. And he's a handful of money, and can
make any woman comfortable; and in course I love him--so I do. But
what's the use of loving a man, if he's to be hammering away at a
horseshoe all night?"

"Oh, they're making game of you--they are, Mary; depend upon it, when
he's tired working all day, he'll sleep sound enough."

"Well, I s'poses he will; but now, Miss Feemy, I wonder is he a quiet
sort of man? will he be fighting at all, do you think?"

"Really then, I can't tell; but even if he does, they say you can
take your own part pretty well, when it's necessary."

"For the matter of that, so I can; and I don't mind a scrimmage jist
now and again--sich as I and Pat have--av it's only to show I won't
be put under; but they do say Denis is very sthrong. I don't think
I'd ever have had him, av' I'd known afore he'd been so mortial
sthrong."

"Well, that's all too late now for you to be talking of; and take my
advice, Mary, don't be fighting with him at all if y