"Well, Winny, I'm very glad I happened to meet you, and that you seem inclined to take a walk with me; for to tell you the truth, Winny, I can't help thinking of you."
"Perhaps you don't try, Tom."
"True for you, Winny dear; I wouldn't help thinking of you if I could, and I couldn't if I would."
"Is that the way with you, Tom?"
But Winny did not smile or look at him, as he had hoped she would have done.
"You know it is, Winny dear; but I can keep the truth, in plain English, from you no longer."
"See that now! Ah, then, Tom, I pity you."
And Tom could not tell from her manner, or from the tone of her voice, whether she was in earnest or only joking. He preferred the former.
"Well, Winny Cavana, if you knew how much I love you, you would surely take pity on me, my own colleen dhass."
"Faith, Tom, I believe it's in earnest you are, sure enough."