William John Granahan.
To get into his wife's good graces.
Well Mary the foal's sould at last.
Mrs. Granahan.
I've a crow to pluck wi' you over that same foal, William Granahan. I suppose they did you as usual.
William John Granahan.
Getting angry.
Nine and thirty year ha'e I gone till market and no man, woman, child, dog or divil ever got the better of me in a bargain yet and right well you know it.
With pride.
I soul' the foal for thirty poun' not a ha'penny less.