“What is it, Judith?” the young lady asked, kindly.
“Sure, ma’am, ye know I towld yez that when we landed I should go to me aunt, who keeps a ship chandler’s shop on Wather street, and she’d give me a home or get me a service?”
“Yes, Judith; are you not going there?—have you changed your mind?”
“Yes, ma’am, sure; but——”
“But what, Judith? Out with it,” said Justin.
“Me gay Tom wants me to marry him,” said the girl, turning as red as a cabbage rose.
“Well, Judith?” said Britomarte.
“Well, ma’am, sure you rimimber I promised you nivir to marry any man till the laws was changed so the women could get the upper hand iv the men entirely.”
“Not exactly so, Judith; but you promised me never to marry until the cruel laws are changed so that we women may have our rights,” amended Britomarte.
“Well, ma’am, and sure ain’t that all the same?”