“And has kept you going in your trade of eggs and chickens. This is no doubt one of her chickens I’m eating this minute.”
“I wish you would marry her, Barky.”
“And I don’t. In the first place, she wouldn’t look at me; she is accustomed to refusing; and in the second, she’s too much coxy and fiery. I tried to kiss her once, and she left the print of her five fingers on my face.”
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Barky.”
“Why? I’d kiss any girl that would let me. Now if I’d been Ulick, it would have been all right”.
“Maybe it will be Ulick—yet.”
“No, mammy. Use your common sense. She’s as much above him now, as he was above her before; it’s like a see-saw. Now I’m up, now you are down.”
“Ulick is good enough for any one!”
“Faith! you don’t think so when he is here; he is not nearly good enough for you. You have always a pick out of him!”