“The top of the marnin’ to ye,” said Pat, bowing to Cherry, as he had bowed to Ethel. “It’s easy to tell why it’s a fine day.”
Cherry was unconscious enough to ask him why.
“Sure, wid you out how could’t help ut.”
“Now will you be good, Cherry?” said I.
“You’ve kissed the blarney stone,” said she, with a lovely blush.
“Sure I have, but I knew beauty before that.”
His tone was not offensive nor did Cherry take offence. It was truth buttered with flattery and that’s as good as cake.
Ethel now came out with the bowl, and the big “bloomy” berries, damp with dew, were poured into it.
“It’s glad I am you’re up here,” said Pat, as he walked down the path. “Neighbours is neighbours, an’ phwin you’re passin’ an’ need restin’ it’s fine buttermilk me ould woman’ll give ye, an’ glad of the chance. Good marnin’ to yez.”
“Good morning, Mr. Casey, and thank you very much for the berries. They’re the best I’ve seen,” said Ethel.