"Who are the Miss Fennells who live in Ballysheen?" I asked.
"Is it Miss Mary and her sister, living at Janemount?"
"Are there others?" I inquired.
"There are not," said he, "'tis enough for one village to be havin' thim two. I wouldn't drive thim on this carr, not if they was to go down on their four knees bended."
"Why not?"
"Faith, they'd owe me for the job of ut for the rest of their lives."
"Are they very poor?"
"Is ut poor?" he exclaimed. "Shure, they haven't got what 'ud cover the palm of me wan hand with silver, an' they dhrive to Lady O'Shea's at the house on the cliff over, the way ye'd think the money was dhropping out av a sack with a hole in ut."
"Is it a crime to be poor, then?" I asked.
"It is not," said he; "but 'tis a crime to hide ut, the way ye can be ashamed of others who are."