“Do you come from far?” said I.
“Not very far, your honour, but quite far enough for a poor feeble woman.”
“Are you Welsh?” said I.
“Och no! your honour; I am Mary Bane from Dunmanway in the kingdom of Ireland.”
“And what are you doing here?” said I.
“Och sure! I am travelling the country with soft goods.”
“Are you going far?” said I.
“Merely to the village a little farther up, your honour.”
“I am going farther,” said I; “I am thinking of passing the night at the ‘Pump Saint.’”
“Well, then, I would just advise your honour to do no such thing, but to turn back with me to the village above, where there is an illigant inn where your honour will be well accommodated.”