"What's the matter? How did it happen?" said Mandy, as she rushed into the room, followed by Swiss.
"Shure it's thinkin' I was," moaned Mrs. Crowley, "when the milk fell on me."
"Thinkin' of what?" cried Mandy sharply. "You couldn't have been thinkin' of your business."
"Shure I was thinkin' of the day when Pat Crowley and I both sat in the same chair, forty years ago," said Mrs. Crowley, rising to her feet and wiping the cream from her eyes, and nose, and ears.
During this time Swiss was busily engaged having a rich feast upon the cream left in the pan. Hiram appeared at the kitchen door to learn the cause of Mandy's absence.
Raising her hands high in the air, Mrs. Crowley said, "Bless you, my darlints; may yer live long and may all the saints pour blessin's on yer hids."
And with this invocation the poor old woman hobbled off to her room in the ell and was not seen again until the next morning.