An' what is it like,
Nanny--this same love that's on you?"
"Faix," she replied, archly, "it's well for you that Miss Kathleen's not
to the fore or you daren't ax any one sich a question as that."
"Well done, Nanny," he returned; "do you think she knows what it's
like?"
"It's not me," she replied again, "you ought to be axin' sich a question
from; if you don't know it I dunna who ought."
"Begad, you're sharp an' ready, Nanny," replied Bryan, laughing; "well,
and how are you all in honest Jemmy Burke's?"
"Some of us good, some of us bad, and some of us indifferent, but, thank
goodness, all in the best o' health."
"Good, bad, and indifferent," replied Bryan, pausing a little. "Well,
now, Nanny, if one was to ask you who is the good in your family, what
would you say?"
"Of coorse myself," she returned; "an' stay--let me see--ay, the
masther, honest Jemmy, he and I have the goodness between us."
"And who's the indifferent, Nanny?"
"Wait," she replied; "yes--no doubt of it--if not worse--why the
mistress must come in for that, I think."
"And now for the bad, Nanny?"
She shook her head before she spoke. "Ah," she proceeded, "there would
be more in that house on the bad list than there is, if he, had his
way."
"If who had his way?"
"Masther Hycy."
"Why is he the bad among you?"
"Thank God I know him now," she replied, "an' he knows I do; but he
doesn't know how well I know him.
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