Patrick was still smarting under the insults offered to his garden, and would not in any case have hailed the alliance of a minister with the family. "Oh, bali! they wouldn't look at him!" he replied crossly. "A rogue of a minister, with his nose in the air!"
"I have eyes in my head," said Betsey with dignity.
"And a bee in your bonnet," retorted the man.
Betsey went into the house, banged the door behind her, and began setting the kitchen to rights with great vigor. She swept up the hearth so fiercely that a cloud of ashes came out and settled on the mantelpiece, and put the chairs back against the wall with an emphasis that made them rattle.
Patrick put his head in at the door, prudently keeping his body out, and looked at her with a deprecating smile. "Now, Betsey!" he said.
"You needn't speak to me again, to-night," she exclaimed, looking severely away from him. "You've said enough for one time."
"And what have I said to you, Betsey?"
She faced him. "I wonder if in your country it is considered a compliment to tell a woman that she has a bee in her bonnet," she said.
"Ah! is that where you are?" said Pat, coming half into the room. "I never meant the least harm in my life. And, sure, Betsey, did ye ever see a bonnet without a b?"