"Are you sure?" said his mother.
"Cock sure!" said Andy, and a loud crowing gave evidence in favour of his assertion.
"The fowls is going mad," said the widow.
"And the pig's distracted," said Oonah.
"No wonder! the dog's murdherin' him," said Andy.
"Get up, and light the rushlight, Oonah," said the widow: "you'll get a spark out o' the turf cendhers."
"Some o' them will catch me, maybe," said Oonah.
"Get up, I tell you!" said the widow.
Oonah now arose, and groped her way to the fireplace, where, by dint of blowing upon the embers and poking the rushlight among the turf ashes, a light was at length obtained. She then returned to the bed, and threw her petticoat over her shoulders.
"What's this at all?" said the widow, rising, and wrapping a blanket round her.