"An' is it yoursef that's axin' that same, Mikee?—why where is it I would be goin' but to the berrin'?"
"I thought so in throth. It's yoursef that is always ripe and ready for fun."
"And small blame to me."
"Why then it was a mighty complate thing, whoever it was that thought of makin' a berrin', out of it."
"And don't you know?"
"Not to my knowledge."
"Why then who 'ud you think now laid it all out?"
"Faix I dunna—maybe 't was Pether Conolly."
"No it wasn't, though Pether's a cute chap—guess again."
"Well, was it Phil Mulligan?"