“Ay, marri'd, and who to, do you think?—Why to Bridget rhua.”
Oonah screamed and clasped her hands.
Andy got up at last, and asked what they were making such a rout about; he wasn't the first man who married without asking his mother's leave; and wanted to know what they had to “say agen it.”
“Oh, you barefaced scandal o' the world!” cried the widow, “to ax sitch a question—to marry a thrampin' sthreel like that—a great red-headed jack—”
“She can't help her hair,” said Andy.
“I wish I could cut it off, and her head along with it, the sthrap! Oh, blessed Vargin! to have my daughter-in-law—”
“What?” said Andy, getting rather alarmed.
“That all the country knows is—”
“What?” cried Andy.
“Not a fair nor a market-town doesn't know her as well as—Oh, wirra! wirra!”