"Well, you see," said Darby, "I dhremt I was goin' along a road, and that all of a suddint I kem to crass roads, and you know there's great vartue in crass roads."
"That's thrue, avourneen!—paugh!!—go an."
"Well, as I was sayin', I kem to the crass roads, and soon afther I seen four walls; now I think the four walls manes the owld castle."
"Likely enough, avic."
"O," said Oonah, who was listening with her mouth as wide open as if the faculty of hearing lay there, instead of in her ears, "sure, you know the owld castle has only three walls, and how could that be it?"
"No matther for that," said the crone, "it ought to have four, and that's the same thing."
"Well! well! I never thought o' that," said Oonah, lifting her hands in wonder; "sure enough, so it ought!"
"Go an, Darby," said the hag.
"Well, I thought the greatest sight o' crows ever I seen flew out o' the castle, and I think that must mane the goold there is in it."
"Did you count how many there was?" said the hag, with great solemnity.