"I'd love that," she said, delighted.
"We'd go up to Belfast every now and then, and look at the shops and buy things!...."
"An' go to the theatre an' have our tea at an eatin'-house?"
"We'd go to an hotel for our tea," he said.
"Oh, no, I'd be near afeard of them places. I wasn't reared up to that sort of place, an' I wouldn't know what to do, an' all the people lookin' at me, an' the waiters watchin' every bite you put in your mouth, 'til you'd near think they'd grudged you your food!"
They made plans over which they laughed, and they mocked each other, teasing and pretending to anger, and he pulled her hair and kissed her, and she slapped his cheeks and kissed him.
"I'd give the world," she said, "to have my photograph took in a low-neck dress. Abernethy does them grand!..." She stopped suddenly and turned her head slightly from him in a listening attitude.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Wheesht!" she replied, and then added, "D'ye hear anything?"
He listened for a moment or two, and then said, "Yes, it sounds like a horse gallopin'...." They listened again, and then she proceeded. "You'd near think it was runnin' away," she said.