avin' the Shamrock, the Widdy Mulligan
'ud set wan av her boys to watch him up the strate an' see if he shtopped
in the shop. Av coorse he cudn't go by, an' whin he come agin, the Widdy
Mulligan 'ud gosther him about it, an' thin he'd promise not to do it
agin. No more cud he go in the Widdy O'Donnell's shop widout meetin'
Missis McMurthry's dawther that was always shtreelin' on the strate, an'
thin her mother 'ud say to him it was a power o' salt his cow was atin',
an' the Widdy O'Donnell towld him his horse must be an axpensive baste fur
to nade so much shooin'.

"Thin he'd tell thim a lot o' lies that they purtinded to belave an'
didn't, bekase they're such desavers thimselves that it isn't aisey fur to
do thim, but Dooley begun to think if it got anny hotter fur him he'd lave
the pitaties to the widdys to divide bechune thim as a raytribution fur
the loss av himself, an' go to Clare widout delay.

"While he'd this bother on him he got to know owld Miss Rooney, that lived
wid her mother an' father on the farm next but wan to his own, but on the
other side o' the way, an' the manes be which he got to know her was this.
Wan mornin', whin Dooley's man, Paddy, wint to milk the cow, bad scran to
the dhrop she'd to shpare, an' he pullin' an' pullin', like it was ringin'
the chapel bell he was, an' she kickin', an' no milk comin', faix not as
much as 'ud blind the eye av a midge. So he wint an' towld Misther Dooley.

"'I can get no milk,' says he. 'Begorra the cow's as dhry as a fiddler's
troat,' says he.

"'Musha, thin,' says Misther Dooley, 'it's the lazy omadhawn ye are. I
don't belave it. Can ye milk at all?' says he.

"'I can,' says Paddy, 'as well as a calf,' says he. 'But phat's the use ov
pullin'? Ye'd get the same quantity from a rope,' says he.

"So Dooley wint out an' thried himself an' didn't get as much as a shmell
of milk.

"'Phat's the matther wid the baste?' says he, 'an' her on the grass from
sun to sun.'

"'Be jakers,' says Paddy, 'it's my consate that she's bewitched.'

"'It's thrue fur ye,' says Dooley, as the like was aften knewn. 'Go you to
Misther Rooney's wid the pail an' get milk fur the calf, an' ax if there's
a Pishogue hereabouts.'

"So Paddy wint an' come back sayin' that the young lady towld him there
was.

"'So there's a young lady in it,' thinks Dooley. Faix, the love av
coortin' was shtrong on him. 'Did ye ax her how to raich the woman?'

"'Bedad, I didn't. I forgot,' says Padd