Having gathered courage to appear, Craftie needed none to speak: where that was the call, she was never slow to respond.
"Craftie," said the chief, "is what you are telling me true?"
"Ask HER," answered Craftie, who knew that asseveration on her part was not all-convincing.
"She speaks the truth, Macruadh," said the other. "I will take my oath to it."
"Your word is enough," replied the chief, "—as Craftie knew when she brought you with her."
"Please, laird, it was myself brought Craftie; she was not willing to come!"
"Craftie," said the chief, "I wish I could make a friend of you! But you know I can't!"
"I do know it, Macruadh, and I am sorry for it, many is the good time! But my door never had any latch, and the word is out before I can think to keep it back!"
"And so you send another and another to back the first! Ah, Craftie!
If purgatory don't do something for you, then—!"
"Indeed and I hope I shall fall into it on my way farther, chief!" said Craftie, who happened to be a catholic.