Mary. Oh, how nice! And uncle, is he good-looking?
Daniel. Very. Fine looking fellow.
Mary. That's grand; and uncle, is he well to do?
Daniel. He has every appearance of it.
Mary. Oh you dear old uncle! (She nestles closer to him.) But maybe he wouldn't look at me when he has a whole lot of town girls to go with.
Daniel. My dear niece, you don't know what a very good-looking young lady you are, and besides he saw your photograph.
Mary. Which photograph?
Daniel (perplexed). Which photograph? Your own of course!
Mary. The one I got taken at Lurgan?
Daniel. Yes. I think so.