"Indeed I suppose you're right," she replied; "I suppose you go to say
everything but your prayers."
"An' is it in conversation with Jemmy Kelly," asked Bryan, jocularly,
alluding to her supposed admirer, "that you perform your own devotions,
Miss Hanna?"
"Hanna, achora," said the father, "I think you're playin' the second
fiddle there--ha! ha! ha!"
The laugh was now general against Hanna, who laughed as loudly, however,
as any of them.
"Throth, Kathleen," she exclaimed, "you're not worth knot's o' straws
or you'd help me against this fellow here; have you nothing," she
proceeded, addressing Bryan, and nodding towards her sister, "to say
to her? Is everything to fall on my poor shoulders? Come, now," with
another nod in the same direction, "she desarves it for not assistin'
me. Who does she say her devotions with?"
"Hem--a--is it Kathleen you mane?" he inquired, with rather an
embarrassed look.
"Not at all," she replied ironically, "but my mother there--ha! ha! ha!
Come, now, we're waitin' for you."
"Come, now?" he repeated, purposely misunderstanding her--"oh, begad,
that's a fair challenge;" and he accordingly rose to approach her with
the felonious intent of getting a kiss; but Hanna started from her wheel
and ran out of the house to avoid him.
"Throth, you're a madcap, Hanna," exclaimed her mother, placidly--"an
antick crather, dear knows--her heart's in her mouth every minute of
the day; an' if she gets through the world wid it always as light, poor
girl, it'll be well for her.
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