“Indeed!” said Mary, half smiling at the remark.
“Thrue as I 'm here, miss. I would n't wonder if it was the goold for bribin' the chaps makes it weigh so much.”
“And is there any other news stirring in the town, Billy?”
“Next to none, miss. They were talkin' of putting up ould Nelligan's son for the mimber; and more says the Magennis of Barnagheela will stand.”
“A most excellent choice that would be, certainly,” said Mary, laughing.
“Faix! I heerd of another that wasn't much better, miss.”
“And who could that be?” asked Mary, in astonishment.
“But sure you'd know better than me, if it was thrue, more by token it would be the master's own orders.”
“I don't understand you, Billy.”
“I mean, miss, that it's only his Honer, Mr. Martin, could have the power to make Maurice Scanlan a Parlimint man.”