"Ah," said he with a sigh (for his father was dead), "'tis a picture of my father."
"Step away," said she, "and let me see if it's no eyes at all I have. What have you with pictures of women?"
So he stepped away and let her to it, and she looked in it again.
"An ugly, red-headed woman it is," said she. "You had a lover before me," and she was very angry.
"Sure we'll leave it to the priest," said he.
And when the priest passed by they called him in and said, "Father, tell us what it is that this picture is about. I say it is my father, who is dead."
"And I say it is a red-haired woman I never saw," said the woman.
"Step away," said the priest, with authority, "and let me to it."
So they stepped away and let the priest to it, and he looked at it.
"Sure neither you nor the woman was right. What eyes have ye? It is a picture of a holy father. I will take it to adorn the church."