"What did you come in here for McMullins?"
"It was all for a gallon measure, and a pint of beer. I wint in a store, and there stood a gallon measure, and a pint of ale widin it. An' sure I drank the beer like a sinsible woman; but I didn't know what to do wid the gallon measure, and I carried it to a policeman, and told him to take it. An' sure he brought me wid it to the watch-house, and thin, to the court, an' sure they gave me a year. Wasn't it too bad to give me the making of a year in here for jist a pint of beer and a gallon measure? Wasn't it a long sintence for a pint of beer, and a gallon measure?"
"I think you must have had something before you took the pint of beer and the gallon measure?"
"An' sure I had; but it was on that I lost my sinses, and got me sintence."
"You have been here before, havn't you?"
"An' sure I have."
"You were put here, probably, to keep you out of the way of temptation. If you were out you would, probably, take another pint of beer and gallon measure the first thing you did."
"I don't believe I could help it."
"I don't think you could."
I turned to one of the other women and asked: "What are you in here for, O'Sullivan?"