"Sure I don't know," Peg answered quickly. "I'm like the widdy's pig that was put into a rale bed to sleep. It nayther wanted it, nor it didn't want it. The pig had done without beds all its life, and it wasn't cryin' its heart out for the loss of somethin' it had never had and couldn't miss."
Jerry laughed heartily at the evident sincerity of the analogy.
Peg looked straight at him: "I want to tell ye that's one thing that's in yer favour," she said.
"What is?" asked Jerry.
"Sure, laughter is not dead in you, as it is in every one else in this house."
Whilst Jerry was still laughing, Peg suddenly joined in with him and giving him a playful slap with the back of her hand, asked him:
"Who are ye at all?"
"No one in particular," answered Jerry between gasps.
"I can see that," said Peg candidly. "I mean what do ye do?"
"Everything a little and nothing really well," Jerry replied. "I was a soldier for a while: then I took a splash at doctoring: read law: civil-engineered in South America for a year: now I'm farming."