The writin' doesn't come easy to you, ma'am.
Mrs. Granahan.
Now its not very courteous makin' fun o' poor old weemin', Mr. Taylor. I thought better o' you nor that.
Taylor.
Ould weemin'? Talk sense, Mrs. Granahan. I only wish my ould woman, if ever I have one, looks as well as you do.
Mrs. Granahan.
There, there, none o' your fool nonsense. You don't go blarneyin' me, like you do the likes of Ellen there.
Ellen.
Ach mother!
Mrs. Granahan.