?' says Finn, lookin' up.

"'I'm the new barmaid, Sorr, av it's plazin' to ye,' says she, makin' a
curchey, an' lookin' shtrait in his face.

"'It is plazin',' says Finn. ''Tis I that's glad to be sarved be wan like
you. Only,' says he, 'I know be the look o' yer eye ye 've a timper.'

"'Dade I have,' says she, talkin' back at him, 'an' ye'd betther not wake
it.'

"Finn had more to say an' so did she, that I won't throuble yer Anner wid,
but when he got his fill av dhrink an' said all he'd in his head, an' she
kep' aven wid him at ivery pint, he wint away mightily plazed. The next
Sunday but wan he was back agin, an' the Sunday afther, an' afther that
agin. By an' by, he'd come over in the avenin' afther the work was done,
an' lane on the bar or set on the table, talkin' wid the barmaid, for she
was as sharp as a thornbush, an' sorra a word Finn 'ud say to her in
impidince or anny other way, but she'd give him his answer afore he cud
get his mouth shut.

"Now, be this time, Finn's mother had made up her mind that Finn 'ud marry
Burthey, an' so she sent for the match-maker, an' they talked it all over,
an' Finn's father seen Burthey's father, an' they settled phat Burthey 'ud
get an' phat Finn was to have, an' were come to an agraymint about the
match, onbeknownst to Finn, bekase it was in thim days like it is now, the
matches bein' made be the owld people, an' all the young wans did was to
go an' be marr'd an' make the best av it. Afther all, maybe that's as good
a way as anny, for whin ye've got all the throuble on yer back ye can
stagger undher, there's not a haporth o' differ whether ye got undher it
yerself or whether it was put on ye, an' so it is wid gettin' marr'd, at
laste so I'm towld.

"Annyhow, Finn's mother was busy wid preparin' for the weddin' whin she
heard how Finn was afther puttin' in his time at the village.

"'Sure that won't do,' she says to herself; 'he ought to know betther than
to be spendin' ivery rap he's got in dhrink an' gostherin' at that
black-eyed huzzy, an' he to be marr'd to the best girl in the county.' So
that night, when Finn come in, she spake fair an' soft to him that he'd
give up goin' to the inn, an' get ready for to be marr'd at wanst. An'
that did well enough till she got to the marryin', when Finn riz up aff
his sate, an' shut his taith so hard he bruk his pipestem to smithereens.

"'Say no more, mother,' he says to her. 'Burthey's good enough, but I
wouldn't marry her