Reminiscently and with a sort of shame-faced pride.
Not but I wasn't the great man at it myself wanst. And you were the girl that could ha' danced to it Mary. But thank God I quet it.
Samuel James.
Curiously.
Why?
William John Granahan.
I might ha took to drink and bad company and the like.
Mrs. Granahan.
You're no rid o' that yet William Granahan. Ye mind what way ye come home last Bann Fair on top o' the bread cart.
Samuel James.