She wint to thry her hand upon somebody's roost,
an' it'll go hard if she fails!"
"Fwhail!" exclaimed Teddy, with a grin--"ah, the dioual a fwhail!"
"An' another thing--he's comin' about Kathleen Cavanagh--Hycy is. He
wants to gain our intherest about her!"
"Well, an' what harm?"
"Maybe there is, though, it's whispered that he--hut! doesn't he say
himself that there isn't a girl of his own religion in the parish he'd
marry--now I'd like to see them married, Teddy, but as for anything
else--"
"Hee! hee! hee!--well," exclaimed Teddy, with a horrible grimace that
gave his whole countenance a facequake, "an' maybe he's right. Maybe it
'udn't be aisy to get a colleen of his religion--I tink his religion is
fwhere Phiddher Fwhite's estate is--beyant the beyands, Avhere the mare
foaled the fwhiddler--hee! hee! hee!"
"He had better thry none of his sckames wid any of the Cavanaghs,"
said Bat, "for fraid he might be brought to bed of a mistake some fine
day--that's all I say; an' there's more eyes than mine upon him."
This dialogue was nearly lost in the loudness of a debate which had
originated with Keenan and certain of his friends in the lower part of
the still-house. Some misunderstanding relative to the families of the
parties about to be united had arisen, and was rising rapidly into a
comparative estimate of the prowess and strength of their respective
factions, and consequently assuming a very belligerent aspect, when a
tall, lank, but powerful female, made her appearance, carrying a large
bundle in her hand.
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