“An’ did you ever hear how the reconcilement came betune them?”
“No, bedad,” replied Phil, “I never did; an’ that’s no wondher, for it was a thing they never liked to spake of.”
“Throth, it’s thrue for you, boy. Well, I brought about——Push an, dear, push an.—They’re as happy a couple now as breaks bread, any way, and that’s all they wanted.
“I’d wager a thirteen it was you did that, Rose.”
“Hut, gorsoon, hould your tongue. Sure they’re happy now, I say, whosomever did it. I named nobody, nor I take no pride to myself, Phil, out o’ sich things. Some people’s gifted above others, an’ that’s all. But, Phil?”
“Well, ma’am?”
“How does the Dandy an’ his scald of a wife agree? for, throth, I’m tould she’s nothing else.”
“Faix, but middlin’ itself. As I tould you, she often has us as empty as a paper lanthern, wid divil a thing but the light of a good conscience inside of us. If we pray ourselves, begorra she’ll take care we’ll have the fastin’ at first cost; so that you see, ma’am, we hould a devout situation undher her.”
“An’ so that’s the way wid you?”
“Ay, the downright thruth, an’ no mistake. Why, the stirabout she makes would run nine miles along a deal boord, an’ scald a man at the far end of it.”