“No? Thin I seldom seen your beautiful head without thinkin' of a carrot, an' it's well known they're related—ha, ha, ha!—Behave, Pether—behave, I say—Pether, Pether—ha, ha, ha!—let me alone! Katty Hacket, take him away from me—ha, ha, ha!”
“Will ever you, you shaver wid the tongue that you are? Will ever you, I say? Will ever you make delusion to my head again—eh?”
“Oh, never, never—but let me go, an' me go full o' tickles! Oh, Pether, avourneen, don't, you'll hurt me, an' the way I'm in—quit, avillish!”
“Bedad, if you don't let my head alone, I'll—will ever you?”
“Never, never. There now—ha, ha, ha!—oh, but I'm as wake as wather wid what I laughed. Well now, Pether, didn't I manage bravely—didn't I?”
“Wait till we see the profits first, Ellish—crockery's very tindher goods.”
“Ay!—just wait, an'I'll engage I'll turn the penny. The family's risin' wid us.”—
“Very thrue,” replied Peter, giving a sly wink at the wife—“no doubt of it.”
“—Kisin' wid us—I tell you to have sinse, Pether; an' it's our duty to have something for the crathurs when they grow up.”
“Well, that's a thruth—sure I'm not sayin' against it.”