“Ay, we had so,” said Dan; “and along with all, Marg never gave me the opportunity; very strange and silent in herself she was, all through.”
“Do you tell me that!” said Kitty.
“I was thinking in me own mind,” said Dan, “could she have any thought of all the times ould Heffernan used to be going to Rafferty’s, and the talk there was about he going to marry Rosy!”
“Ay, indeed!” said Kitty, “and the Widdah, the innocent poor woman that she was! saying all she’d do, when she and Rosy would be settled in at the Furry Farm!”
“Little she thought, those days, that it would be feet foremost the two of them would be, going there!” said Dan.
Kitty thought a minute and then said she, “And as for whatever courting old Mickey had with Rosy, sure Marg mightn’t mind that. ’Twas a thing of nothing! Look at the len’th of time Heffernan was looking out, till he got Marg to take him! He was always to be made a hare of, the same Mickey, till now that he has her to look to and make him respected.... And neither might Marg care for the laugh that went round ... sure, poor Art and Rosy weren’t half as bad as we ourselves....”
Fretted and all as she was, Kitty couldn’t but smile at the thought of the trick she and Dan played on Heffernan.
“Marg will see that no one makes a fool of Mickey now, at any rate!” said Dan; “but to give every one their merit, she’s as anxious as he is now, to pay every respect to them that are gone.”
Kitty began to cry again at that.
“God’s good, that brought mother and child together in the latter end!” said she; “and sure, they were just made upon one another, Rosy and the Widdah Rafferty....”