“An’ where’ll I go?” says he, “for they’re into the haggard an top iv us,” says he, “an’ they’ll see me iv I lep through the hedge,” says he.
“Thry the pig-sty,” says she, “mavourneen,” says she, “in the name iv God,” says she.
“Well, darlint,” says he, “for your sake,” says he, “I’ll condescend to them animals,” says he.
An’ wid that he makes a dart to get in; bud, begorra, it was too late—the pigs was all gone home, and the pig-sty was as full as the Birr coach wid six inside.
“Och! blur-an’-agers,” says he, “there is not room for a suckin’-pig,” says he, “let alone a Christian,” says he.
“Well, run into the house, Billy,” says she, “this minute,” says she, “an’ hide yourself antil they’re quiet,” says she, “an’ thin you can steal out,” says she, “anknownst to them all,” says she.
“I’ll do your biddin’,” says he, “Molly asthore,” says he.
“Run in thin,” says she, “an’ I’ll go an’ meet them,” says she.
So wid that away wid her, and in wint Billy, an’ where did he hide himself bud in a little closet that was off iv the room where the ould man and woman slep’. So he closed the doore, and sot down in an ould chair he found there convanient.