at Pat's at all."

"The wedding not to be at Brady's, where is it to be then?"

"Oh, jist at Mrs. Mehan's shop below, at the loch."

"Oh, that's better still, Mary; we won't have so far to go in the
mud."

"That's jist what the boys war saying, Miss; and there be so much
more room, and there be so many to be in it, they couldn't all be in
it, at all at all, at home. So you see we is to be married in the
room inside, where the two beds is, and they is to come out of it,
and the supper is to be there, Miss, you see, and the most of the
dhrinking, and then we'll have the big kitchen comfortable to
oursells for the music and the dancing. And what do you think! Pat
has got Shamus na Pe'bria, all the ways out of County Mayo, him that
makes all the pipes through the counthry, Miss; and did the music
about O'Connell all out of his own head, Miss. Oh, it 'll be the most
illigant wedding intirely, Miss, anywhere through the counthry, this
long time back! When one is to be married, it's as well to do it
dacently as not; arn't it, Miss?"

"Oh! that it is Mary, and yours 'll be quite a dash."

"Yours 'll be the next, you know, Miss Feemy, and that will be the
wedding! But there's one thing that bothers me intirely."

"Well, out with it at once, Mary; I suppose you want to borrow the
plates, and knives, and forks, and things?"

"Oh, that's in course, Miss Feemy; and it's very good in you to be
offering them that way before I axed the loan of them at all; but
that ain't all. You see I'm so bothered intirely with them big
sheets, and they not half finished, and not a taste in life done
to the cap of me yet, and the pratees and vegetables to get ready,
and the things to dress, and not a sowl to lend me a hand at all,
unless jist Mrs. Mehan's bit of a girl, and she's busy readying the
rooms; and so, Miss Feemy, if you'd jist let Biddy slip up for the
afthernoon,--you know Katty could be doing for you down here,--and
then, Miss, I'd be made intirely."

"Well, Mary, I suppose she must go up then; one thing's certain, you
can't be getting married every day."

"Why no, Miss, that is sartain; for even if Denis were to die away
like,--as in course he must one day, for he ain't quite so young
now,--I would have to be waiting a little, Miss, before I got my
second."

Mary Brady had been above thirty years getting one husband; she was,
therefore, probably right as to the delay she might experience in
obtaining a second.

"Well, M