"English! is it?" And her tone rang with disgust and her look was one of disdain. "English ye thought I'd be! Sure, ye ought to know me betther than that!"
"I do, Peg. I was just tasin' ye."
"An' what have ye been doin' all these long days without me?"
He raised the littered sheets of his manuscript and showed them to her.
"This."
She looked over her shoulder and read:
"From 'BUCK-SHOT' to 'AGRICULTURAL ORGANISATION.' "THE HISTORY OF A GENERATION OF ENGLISH MISRULE, by Frank Owen O'Connell."
She looked up proudly at her father.
"It looks wondherful, father."
"I'll rade it to you in the long evenin's now we're together again."