"And what brought you here?" said his mother.
Andy's Welcome Home
"I was afeard they'd murdher me!" said Andy.
"Murdher!" exclaimed the widow and Oonah together, still startled by the very sound of the word. "Who do you mane?"
"Misther Dick," said Andy.
"Aunt, I tell you," said Oonah, "this is some more of Andy's blundhers. Sure Misther Dawson wouldn't be goin' to murdher any one; let us look round the cabin, and find out who's in it, for I won't be aisy ontil I look into every corner, to see there's no robbers in the place: for I tell you again, there was three o' them undher the bed."
The search was made, and the widow and Oonah at length satisfied that there were no midnight assassins there with long knives to cut their throats; and then they began to thank God that their lives were safe.
"But, oh! look at my chaynee!" said the widow, clasping her hands, and casting a look of despair at the shattered delf that lay around her; "look at my chaynee!"