intent toward her neighbor's house. Then she also came and sat down at
her side window. Mrs. Dunleavy's heart began to leap with excitement.

"Bad cess to her foolishness, she does be afther wanting to come round;
I 'll not make it too aisy for her," said Mrs. Dunleavy, seizing a
piece of sewing and forbearing to look up. "I don't know who Ann Bogan
is, annyway; perhaps herself does, having lived in it five or six years
longer than me. Perhaps she knew this woman by her looks, and the
heart is out of her with wanting to know what she asked from me. She
can sit there, then, and let her irons grow cold!

"There was Bogans living down by the brick mill when I first come here,
neighbors to Flaherty's folks," continued Mrs. Dunleavy, more and more
aggrieved. "Biddy Con'ly ought to know the Flahertys, they being her
cousins. 'T was a fine loud-talking 'oman; sure Biddy might well
enough have heard her inquiring of me, and have stepped out, and said
if she knew Ann Bogan, and satisfied a poor stranger that was hunting
the town over. No, I don't know anny one in the name of Ann Bogan, so
I don't," said Mrs. Dunleavy aloud, "and there's nobody I can ask a
civil question, with every one that ought to be me neighbors stopping
their mouths, and keeping black grudges whin 't was meself got all the
offince."

"Faix 't was meself got the whack on me nose," responded Mrs. Connelly
quite unexpectedly. She was looking squarely at the window where Mrs.
Dunleavy sat behind the screen of blue mosquito netting. They were
both conscious that Mrs. Connelly made a definite overture of peace.

"That one was a very civil-spoken 'oman that passed by just now,"
announced Mrs. Dunleavy, handsomely waiving the subject of the quarrel
and coming frankly to the subject of present interest. "Faix, 't is a
poor day for Ann Bogans; she 'll find that out before she gets far in
the place."

"Ann Bogans was plinty here once, then, God rest them! There was two
Ann Bogans, mother and daughter, lived down by Flaherty's when I first
come here. They died in the one year, too; 't is most thirty years
ago," said Bridget Connelly, in her most friendly tone.

"'I 'll find her,' says the poor 'oman as if she 'd only to look;
indeed, she 's got the boldness," reported Mary Dunleavy, peace being
fully restored.

"'T was to Flaherty's she 'd go first, and they all moved to La'rence
twelve years ago, and all she 'll get from anny one would be the
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