"Odd, am I—how am I odd?"
"Oh! so odd."
"Well, you'd better put on your bonnet and come walk, and we can talk of my oddity after."
"Oh, indeed, I cawn't walk."
"Can't walk!" exclaimed Murphy. "Why can't you walk? I was sent for you."
"'Deed I cawn't."
"Ah, now!" said Murphy, giving her a little tender poke of his forefinger on the shoulder.
"Don't, Mister Murphy, pray don't."
"But why won't you walk?"
"I'm too delicate."