"Faith," said that hopeful old female, "I luvs to hear young couples planning for the future."
"Go on out of that," said Moore, shaking with laughter, while Bessie was visibly discomposed. "You make me blush, Mrs. Malone."
"I niver t'ought I 'd do thot," observed the landlady. "I t'inks that must be one of your kump'ny manners. Howiver, to continyer."
"I would if I were you, Mrs. Malone."
"Well how can I, if yez kape on bletherin'?"
"I 'm silent as the grave, Mrs. Malone."
"Jane Sweeny is the purtiest gal in the neighborhood--"
"Bar one, Mrs. Malone, bar one," interrupted Moore.
"Prisent company is always accepted," said the landlady, politely wagging her frilled cap till it creaked in its starchy immaculateness.
"If you had been here a few moments ago, you would have heard it refused," said Bessie, ruefully.