"'I will,' says she.
"This is the sivinteenth of the month, Maggie; the sivinteenth of next month will be thirty days, and tin more will make it the twinty-sivinth. If I come thin, will yees go?' I asked.
"'I will, Barney, Dear,' was the answer.
"'Have yees thought it over, and will yees be satisfied, darlint?' I asked.
"'I have, Barney; I shall be satisfied, and I will be a good wife to yees, darlint,' was the answer.
MAGGIE.
"Thin I hild out me arms and she sprang into thim. There was an embrace and a kiss and thin—