“Bedad, that Dixonary must be a fine book entirely, to thim that undherstand it.”
“But, Dinny, will you tell Phadrick the Case of Conscience atween Barny Branagan's two goats an' Parra Ghastha's mare?”
“Fadher, if you were a grammarian, I'd castigate your incompatability as it desarves—I'd lay the scourge o' syntax upon you, as no man ever got it since the invintion o' the nine parts of speech. By what rule of logic can you say that aither Barny Branagan's goats or Parra Ghastha's mare had a conscience? I tell you it wasn't they had the conscience, but the divine who decided the difficulty. Phadrick, lie down till I illusthrate.”
“How is that, Dinny? I can hear you sittin'.”
“Lie down, you reptile, or I shall decline the narration altogether.”
“Arra, lie down, Phadrick; sure he only wants to show you the rason o' the thing.”
“Well, well; I'm down. Now Dinny, don't let your feet be too larned, if you plase.”
“Silence!—taceto! you reptile. Now, Phadrick, here, on this side o' you, lies Barny Branagan's field; an' there, on that side, lies a field of Parra Ghastha's; you're the ditch o' mud betuxt them.”
“The ditch o' mud! Faix that's dacent!”
“Now here, on Barny Branagan's side, feeds Parra Ghastha's mare; an' there, on Parra Ghastha's side, feed Barny Branagan's goats. Do you comprehend? Do you insinuate?”