"Every woman's back is different," said she, "whether there's a shawl on it or not, and I know from the way that woman is wearing her shawl that she is Eileen Ni Cooley and no one else."
"If that is so," said her father hastily, "let us be going slower the way we won't catch up on her. Mary, a grah, whisper a word in the ass's ear so that he won't be going so quick, for he is full of fun this day."
"I'll do that," said Mary, and she said "whoa" into the ear of the little ass, and he stopped inside the quarter of a pace.
"Do you not like that woman?" Caeltia enquired.
"She's a bad woman," replied Patsy.
"What sort of a bad woman is she?"
"She's the sort that commits adultery with every kind of man," said he harshly.
Caeltia turned over that accusation for a moment.
"Did she ever commit adultery with yourself?" said he.
"She did not," said Patsy, "and that's why I don't like her."