"What's missin' then?"
"His blessed soul, God love it."
"That's right. Now when the spirit laves th' body we say th' body's dead, but it's jist a partnership gone broke, wan goes up an' wan goes down. I've always thot that kissin' a corpse was like kissin' a cage whin the bird's dead—there's nothin' in it. Now answer me this, 'Liza Lecky: Is Henry a livin' spirit or a dead body?"
"A livin' spirit, God prosper it."
"Aye, an' God is th' same kind, but Henry's can be at but wan point at once, while God's is everywhere at once. He's so big He can cover the world an' so small He can get in be a crack in th' glass or a kayhole."
"I've got four panes broke, Anna!"
"Well, they're jist like four doores."
"Feeries can come in that way too."
"Aye, but feeries can't sew up a broken heart, acushla."
"Where's Henry's soul, Anna?" Eliza asked, as if the said soul was a naavy over whom Anna stood as gaffer.