“'My name's Betty Cunningham,' says she.
“'And next, what's your mistress's, my darling?' says Ned.
“'There it is,' says she, handing him a card.
“'Very well,' says Ned, the thief, looking at it with a great air, making as if he could read; 'this will just do, a colleen bawn.'
“'Do you read in your country with the wrong side of the print up?' says she.
“'Up or down,' says Ned, 'it's all one to us in Ireland; but, any how, I'm left-handed, you deluder!'
“The upshot of it was, that her mistress turned out to be a great hairess, and a great beauty; and she and Fowler got married in less than a month. So, you see, it's true enough that the Englishwomen are fond of Irishmen,” says Shane; “but, Tom, with, submission for stopping you, go on with your Wake.”
“The next play, then, is Marrying——”
“Hooh!” says Andy Morrow, “why, all their plays are about kissing and marrying, and the like of that.”
“Surely and they are, sir,” says Tom.