The shrewd girl saw that she was at the length of her chain, and sprung up, saying: "Oh, well, since the mistress invited ye so politely, ye's company, and it's me duty to thry to entertain ye. Where shall we go?" she added, as she passed out with him.
"To the rustic sate, sure. Where else shud we go?"
"A rustic sate is a quare place for a stroll."
"Oi shall have so much walkin' on me bate in New York, that it's well to begin settin' down aready, oi'm a-thinkin'."
"Why, Barney, ye're going to be a reg'lar tramp. Who'd 'a thought that ye'd come down to that."
"Ah! arrah, wid ye nonsense! Sit ye down here, for oi'm a-goin' to spake plain the noight. Noo, by the Holy Vargin, oi'm in arenest. Are ye goin' to blow hot, or are ye goin' to blow could?"
"Considerin' the hot night, Barney, wouldn't it be better for me to blow could?"
Barney scratched his head in perplexity. "Ye know what I mane," he ejaculated.
"Where will ye foind the girl that tells all she knows?"
"O Sally, me darlint, what's the use of batin' around the bush?
Ye know that a cat niver looked at crame as oi look on ye," said
Barney, in a wheedling tone, and trying the tactics of coaxing once
more.