“Your beau, av coorse.”
“I haven’t any beau. Mr. Kelly, I wish you wouldn’t talk to me about such things.”
“Sure, and I won’t if ’tis a sore subject. Don’t ye be minding if ye haven’t got one—there’ll be scads av them after a while. And if the right one doesn’t know what’s good for him, just ye come to Ould Kelly and get some toad ointment.”
Toad ointment! It sounded horrible. Emily shivered. But she would rather talk about toad ointment than beaux.
“What is that for?”
“It’s a love charm,” said Old Kelly mysteriously. “Put a li’l smootch on his eyelids and he’s yourn for life with never a squint at any other gurrl.”
“It doesn’t sound very nice,” said Emily. “How do you make it?”
“You bile four toads alive till they’re good and soft and then mash—”
“Oh, stop, stop!” implored Emily, putting her hands to her ears. “I don’t want to hear any more—you couldn’t be so cruel!”