"Do you suppose, I'd like to know, that I hemmed and stitched at them shirts for you to give 'em away?" returned Mrs. Donegan, indignantly. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Miss, to go and leave your brother without a thing to go to church in."
"I have a splendid new flannel petticoat," laughed Winnie, "and I'll lend it to him with all the pleasure in life."
"It's time such doings were put a stop to," returned Mrs. Donegan. "Mr. Murtagh, how could ye think of doing such a thing?"
"I've been to Mr. Murtagh," returned Murtagh, gravely, "and he says he can't give any opinion on the matter."
"Then you may tell him from me he ought to be ashamed of himself, an' it would be a good thing if he'd given his opinion before now. I'm sure I have more bother than enough with him," returned Mrs. Donegan, for once quite out of temper; "and now I'll have to stand and argufy half an hour with Mr. Plunkett before I get the money for some new ones."
"Did you know where they were, Murtagh?" asked Nessa, coming to the drawing-room door.
"Yes," replied Murtagh. And then Winnie explained how they had gone.
"Ye'd make a mighty generous churchwarden," remarked Donnie, as she walked off in high dudgeon to the kitchen.