“It's not me,” she replied again, “you ought to be axin' sich a question from; if you don't know it I dunna who ought.”
“Begad, you're sharp an' ready, Nanny,” replied Bryan, laughing; “well, and how are you all in honest Jemmy Burke's?”
“Some of us good, some of us bad, and some of us indifferent, but, thank goodness, all in the best o' health.”
“Good, bad, and indifferent,” replied Bryan, pausing a little. “Well, now, Nanny, if one was to ask you who is the good in your family, what would you say?”
“Of coorse myself,” she returned; “an' stay—let me see—ay, the masther, honest Jemmy, he and I have the goodness between us.”
“And who's the indifferent, Nanny?”
“Wait,” she replied; “yes—no doubt of it—if not worse—why the mistress must come in for that, I think.”
“And now for the bad, Nanny?”
She shook her head before she spoke. “Ah,” she proceeded, “there would be more in that house on the bad list than there is, if he, had his way.”
“If who had his way?”