M'Mahon, "but it was some o' them
tuck our two brave geese the night before last."
"Very likely, in throth, Bridget," said her husband; "however, as the
ould proverb has it, 'honesty's the best policy.' Let them see which of
us I'll be the best off at the end of the year."
"There's an odd whisper here an' there about another robber," continued
Bryan; "but I don't believe a word about it. No, no;--he's wild, and not
scrupulous in many things, but I always thought him generous, an' indeed
rather careless about money."
"You mane the sportheen?" said his brother Art.
"The Hogans," said the old man, recurring to the subject, as associated
with them, "would rob anybody barrin' the Cavanaghs; but I won't listen
to it, Bryan, that Hycy Burke, or the son of any honest man that ever
had an opportunity of hearin' the Word o' God, or livin' in a Christian
counthry, could ever think of robbin' his own father--his own father! I
won't listen to that."
"No, nor I, grandfather," said Bryan, "putting everything else out of
the question, its too unnatural an act. What makes you shake your head,
Art?"
"I never liked a bone in his body, somehow," replied Art.
"Ay, but my goodness, Art," said Dora, "sure nobody would think of
robbin' their own father?"
"He has been doin' little else these three years, Dora, by all
accounts," replied Art.
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