“Why, as well as I can—although not, maybe, as well as I wish.”
“Where did you cut them thorns, I ax?”
“An' I tould you; but since that won't satisfy you, I cut them on the Rath above there.”
“Heaven presarve us, you hardened jade, have you no fear of anything about you?”
“Divil a much that I know of, sure enough.”
“Didn't you know that them thorns belongs to the fairies, and that some evil will betide any one that touches or injures a single branch o' them.”
“Divil a single branch I injured,” replied Sarah, laughing; “I cut down the whole tree at wanst.”
“My sowl to glory, if I think its safe to live in the house wid you, you hardened divil.”
“Troth, I think you may well say so, afther yesterday's escape,” returned Sarah; “an' I have no objection that you should go to glory, body an' soul; an' a purty piece o goods will be in glory when you're there—ha, ha, ha!”
“Throw out them thorns, I bid you.”