Dora (reads). "Barrin' my thray males a day, an 'me pipe an' tobacyer."
Katy. An' he wid the hearty appetite!
Dora (reads). "An' all me slapeliss nights are fill wid drames of yees, Katy mavourneen."
Katy. Sure he's the darlin'.
Dora (reads). "I have yees phortygraff nailed to the hid uv me bid; and ivery night, afther I've blown out the candle wid me fingers, I tak a good look at it, an' if ye'll belave me, there's not a dry thread in me eyes."
Katy. Sure he was alwus tinder-hearted.
Dora (reads). "If yees don't belave me, tak a good look at yees own face before yees open the lether, and see if I have not cause to wape."
Katy. Sure I ought to have known that before the lether came.
Dora (reads). "If yees foind these tinder loins blotted wid tears, it's all owing to the bad quality uv the ink, which has compilled me to pin this wid a pincil."
Katy. That's no mather.