“Very well, dear, you must please yourself.”
“Thank ye for that same, I will.”
“Peggy, you don’t know how anxious we are to make you happy!”
“Ah, thin, if I were you, I wouldn’t.”
“I don’t understand,” said Molly.
“I mane that I wouldn’t fret; for ye can’t make me happy if ye were to try for ever and ever, amen.”
“But, why not, Peggy?”
“Because ye can’t, and I’ve no raison to give. But lave me; I’m much more aisy in me mind when I’m let alone.”
“Very well, dear; I will let you alone; only, don’t you think I might give you one little kiss?”
“Arrah, why should ye be kissin’ me? I’m not in yer class, at all, at all.”