"A trifle of change, eh! Then, Mr. McGovery, I take it, it wasn't only along of the mistake about a cow that you left poor Betsy Cane, but you found you could do better, I suppose."
"Well then, it might be jist a little of both; but you see, Father John, they war the first to decave me."
"Well, Denis, and when's the wedding to be?"
"Oh—then, to-morrow evening, if yer riverence plazes."
"What! so soon, Denis? Take care; perhaps after all Betsy Cane's cow may calve; see; would you be too much in a hurry after the pigs?"
"Sorrow to the tongue of me then that I tould yer riverence a word about it!"
"But what are you in such a hurry about? Won't the pigs do as well at Pat Brady's as they will down at Drumsna?"
"Why you see, Father John, after to-morrow is Friday, which wouldn't do for the two legs of mutton Pat brought from Carrick with him yesterday, and the fine ham, yer riverence, Mrs. McKeon, long life to her, has sent us up from Drumsna; and Saturday wouldn't shute at all, seeing the boys will mostly be dhrunk, which may be yer honer wouldn't like on the morning of the blessed Sabbath."
"Nor on any other morning. Can't they take their fun without getting drunk, like beasts? But drunk they'll be, of course. And why would not Monday do?"
"Why that's next week, yer riverence!"