"I didn't think she could sarve me so," said Pat.
"Oh! it's a she that's in it, is it?" thought Jim, saying, with a sage shake of the head, "I nivir would have b'lieved it of her myself; but wimin is conthrary divils, an' that's the truth. When did she go, Pat?"
"Why, now, this very minute."
"You don't say? well, an' what do you mane to do?"
"Do? why, nothing; what would you do?"
"Well, I believe I'd do that same, Pat, an' nothin' else."
"It isn't very likely that I'll let her know how much her conduct has hurt me."
"It might make her consated."
"She's a shameless jilt."
"That she is, as sure as her name is——what it is," said Jim, hoping Pat would fill up the pause.