Herminie Templeton

“ Muldowney was flusthrated. But it's she was the woman that was quick at a bargain and handy at turning a penny. And now was her chanst.
“I was just sayin' that I'd sell him to Sattin for one pound tin this minute. An', be the same token, who are you, sir, that comes poppin' up out of the lonesome road like a jack-in-the-box, frightenin' daycint women out of their sivin wits? I said two pounds tin—that's what I said.”
“It's little matther what me name is, Sarah Muldowney,” spoke up the dark juntleman. “You'll be inthrojuiced te me proper enough afther a while. ”

“ Three pound tin, and not a fardin' less. An' how dare the loikes of you be callin' a daycint woman loike me a schaymer,” she shouted, purtindin' to be furious, and clappin' one hand in the other undher the nose of the stranger, an' she follying him as he backed step by step from her in the road. “Kape a civil tongue in your head while you're talking to a lady, whoever ye are, or I'll malevogue ye, so I will.”
“Hould where ye are, Mrs. Muldowney,” said the poor man, an' he backed up ag'in' a rock. ”

“ But, of course, you wouldn't want to be doing the loikes of that.”
Pether was on his two feet in an instant, ivery hair on his head brustlin'.
“Death alive, woman!” he cried. “You'll be the ind of me one of these days. Sthop that hugger-muggering in the corner, an' come on with me now, or he'll have some one else in our places.”
It took all the wit and injanuity of Sarah Muldowney to kape her husband Pether in the house till the mornin' of the morrow. ”

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