"Well, don't be standin' there, lettin' the coal go black out, Darby," said the woman; "but let me light my pipe at wanst."
"To be sure, granny," said Darby, applying the morsel of lighted ember to the bowl of her pipe, until the process of ignition had been effected. "And now, Oonah, my darlint, if you're so sharp an other people, what the dickens brings you here, when it is mindin' the geese in the stubbles you ought to be, and not here? What would the misthriss say to that, I wondher?"
"O, I left them safe enough, and they're able to take care of themselves for a bit, and I wanted to ax the granny about a dhrame I had."
"Sure, so do I," said Darby; "and you know first come first sarved is a good owld sayin'. And so, granny, you own to it that there's a power o' vartue in dhrames?"
A long-drawn whiff of the pipe was all the hag vouchsafed in return.
"O, then, but that's the iligant tabaccy! musha but it's fine and sthrong, and takes the breath from one a'most, it's so good. Long life to you Darby,—paugh!!"
"You're kindly welkim, granny. An' as I was sayin' about the dhrames,—you say there's a power o' virtue in them."
"Who says agin it?" said the hag, authoritatively, and looking with severity on Darby.
"Sure, an' it's not me you'd suspect o' the like? I was only goin' to say that myself had a mighty sharp dhrame last night, and sure I kem to ax you about the maynin' av it."
"Well, avic, tell us your dhrame," said the hag, sucking her pipe with increased energy.