"
"It was a mane trick," said Mrs. Crowley. "Now, when all the boys were
after me, for I was a good lookin' girl once, Pat Crowley, he was me
husband, had a fight on hand every night for a fortnight and all on
account of me; and they do say there were never so many heads broken in
the County of Tipperary on account of one girl since the days of St.
Patrick."
Mandy had paid but little attention to Mrs. Crowley's speech. She was
too busy watching the travellers. Mrs. Crowley filled and emptied the
mug once more.
The last potation was too much for her equilibrium, and forgetting the
step that led from the kitchen to the side room, she lost her balance
and fell prone upon the floor. Her loud cries obliged Mandy to turn from
the window, but not until she had seen that the travellers had reached
the fence before Deacon Mason's house, and she knew they were safe for
the present. Mrs. Crowley was lifted to her feet by Mandy. The old woman
declared that she was "kilt intirely," but Mandy soon learned the cause
of the accident, and returning to the kitchen closed the door and
continued her morning duties.
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