"O, what matther," said Darby, "so the dhrame is to the good still!!"
"The dhrame is to the good still; but tell me if you dhremt o' three sprigs o' sparemint at the ind iv it?"
"Why, then, now I could not say for sartin, bekase I was nigh wakin' at the time, and the dhrame was not so clear to me."
"I wish you could be sartin o' that."
"Why, I have it an my mind that there was sparemint in it, bekase I thought there was a garden in part iv it, and the sparemint was likely to be there."
"Sure enough, and so you did dhrame o' the three sprigs o' sparemint?"
"Indeed, I could a'most make my book-oath that I dhremt iv it. I'm partly sartin, if not all out."
"Well, that's raysonable. It's a good dhrame, Darby."
"Do you tell me so!"
"'Deed an' it is, Darby. Now wait till the next quarther o' the new moon, and dhrame again then, and you'll see what'll come of it."