“There, now, you’ve said it, you see, and it isn’t so difficult.”
“There’s no colour in it,” said Irish Peggy.
“Wouldn’t you like, Peggy, to be a little lady some day?”
“That’s the worst of me; I don’t want it at all. I’d a sight rayther be wan of the common people. That’s what I’m afther wishin’ for.”
“You mustn’t say ‘afther wishin’ for;’ you must say, ‘that’s what I wish.’”
“An’ what’s wrong in ‘afther,’ Miss—Mary, I mane.”
“It isn’t good English, dear.”
“Oh, bedad!”
“You mustn’t say ‘bedad.’ That’s quite wrong.”
“I’d best be dumb, hadn’t I, miss?”