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"Well, no matter, acushla, do you only back me; just show me how I ought
to go on wid them, for nobody can outdo you at such things, an' I'll
engage we'll thrive yit, always wid a blessin' an us."
"Why, to tell God's thruth, I'd bate the devil himself at plannin' out,
an' bringin' a thing to a conclusion--eh, you deludher?"
"The sarra doubt of it; but takin' the other farm was the brightest
thought I seen wid you yit. Will you do it, avillish?"
"To be sure. Don't I say it? An' it'll be up wid the lark wid me. Hut,
woman, you don't see the half o' what's in me, yet."
"I'll buy you a hat and a pair o' stockins at Christmas."
"Will you, Ellish? Then, by the book, I'll work like a horse."
"I didn't intind to tell you, but I had it laid out for you."
"Faith, you're a beauty, Ellish. What'll we call this young chap that's
comin', acushla?"
"Now, Pether, none o' your capers. It's time enough when the thing
happens to be thinkin' o' that, Glory be to God!"
"Well, you may talk as you plase, but I'll call him Pether."
"An' how do you know but he'll be a girl, you omadhawn?"
"Murdher alive, ay, sure enough! Faith, I didn't think o' that!"
"Well, go up now an' spake to Misther Eccles about the land; maybe
somebody else 'ud slip in afore us, an' that wouldn't be pleasant.
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