"It's thrue, then, that you do know everything, Biddy."
"A'most everything," replied the old crone.
"Then, it's no use in my telling you," continued Pat, "how every life-dhrop of my heart was devoted to that same girl, how every wakin' thought, an' every sleepin' dhrame was filled up with her; now I've lost her, and the sunshine of my life is gone with her for ever."
"I know it all."
"But what—what am I to do? tell me, or I shall go mad."
"Thry your luck somewhere else."
"Pshaw! I might as well thry to stop the tide with a pitchfork."
"You do really love her, then?"
"Love her! Why do you ask? Do you doubt it?"
"I do."