"Corney; avic?"
"Ma'm to you."
"What the mischief are you thinking so thremendious hard about?"
"Me thoughts is me own, anyway, Missis O'Carrol."
"Unless, may-be, you borrowed them from some one else; an' that's most likely, Mr. O'Carrol; for the niver an original idaya did I obsarve iminatin' from your own sinsabilities, sence here I've been."
"Exceptin' once."
"An' whin was that, may I ax?"
"Whin I tuk it into me foolish head to marry you."
"An' have you the owdashious vanity to suppose that nobody thought that before you?"
"Not to me knowledge, Mrs. O'C."