“Hem! how is your husband, Mary?”
“Och, captain, it is a true friend ye are for inquiring. Then it's tied in a knot he is.
“Mercy on us, tied in a knot?”
“Tied in a knot intirely—wid the rheumatism—and it's tin days I'm working for him and the childhre, and my heart's broke against gravel and stone intirely. I wish it was pratees we are digging, I'd maybe dig up a dinner any way.”
“There is no difficulty, the secret is to look in the right place.”
“Ay! ay! take your divairsion, ye sly rogue!—I wish ye had my five childhre.”
“Oh! you spiteful cat!”
“Well, Ede, come to sell?”
“A little.”
“What is to do out there? seems a bit of a crowd.”