Mrs. M.:
[laughing] Shame now to speak so whin you know me for the best natured lady that’s standin’ before ye at the prisint time.
Jones:
Where’s the two pieces of mischief?
Mrs. M.:
[innocently] An’ who can ye mean?
Jones:
I mean those two girls that grow more like their mother ev’ry day. They’ve got their father’s beauty an’ their mother’s temper.
Mulligan:
[laughing] Hivin pity ’em!