"Oh, jintlemen dear, don't rack and ruin me that way: don't destroy a lone woman."
"Mother, mother, what's this at all? Don't you know your own Andy?"
"Is it you that's there?" cried the widow, catching hold of him.
"To be sure it's me," said Andy.
"You won't let us be murdhered, will you?"
"Who'd murdher you?"
"Them people that's with you." Smash went another plate. "Do you hear that?—they're rackin' my place, the villains!"
"Divil a one's wid me at all!" said Andy.
"I'll take my oath there was three or four under the bed," said Oonah.
"Not one but myself," said Andy.