"I ain't nuthun' to the Toners."
"How did you come to be their messenger, then?"
"I was runnin' to the farm to tell the widder that the priest was comin', when she come out cryin' and sent me off. Guess the priest's there by now."
"What priest is it you saw?"
"I didn't see no priest. Old Mum Sullivan, she saw him, and sent and told mother to tell widder Toner, 'cos she's a Roman, too. She said it was a new priest, not Father McNaughton, the old one, and she guessed he was all right, but she didn't like his looks as well as t'other's."
"Then you are not a Roman."
"Naw, what are you givin' us? I play a fife on the Twelfth."
"Oh, you are an Orangeman?"
"Yum, Young Briton, same thing."
"So, you Orangemen run to help the Roman Catholics when they are sick or want to know if the priest is coming, and then, on the Twelfth, you feel like cutting each other's throats."