re afther she was married to Dooley.

"She wint home, bothered entirely how she'd get the charm on Dooley, an'
the avenin' come, an' he wid it, an' shtill she didn't know. So he set an'
talked an' talked, an' by an' by he dhrunk up the rest av the whiskey an'
wather in his glass an' got up to go.

"'Why, Misther Dooley,' says she, bein' all at wanst shtruck be an idee.
'Was iver the like seen av yer coat?' says she. 'Sure it's tore in the
back. Sit you down agin wan minnit an' I'll mend it afore ye can light yer
pipe. Take it aff,' says she.

"'Axqueeze me,' says Dooley. 'I may be a bigger fool than I look, or I may
look a bigger fool than I am, but I know enough to kape the coat on me
back whin I'm wid a lady,' says he.

"'Then take a sate an' I'll sow it on ye,' says she to him agin, so he set
down afore the fire, an' she, wid a pair av shizzors an' a nadle, wint
behind him an' at the coat. 'Twas a sharp thrick av her, bekase she took
the shizzors, an' whin she was lettin' on to cut aff the t'reads that she
said were hangin', she ripped the collar, an' shlipped in the bit o'
paper, an' sowed it up as nate as a samesthress in less than no time.

"'It's much beholden to ye I am,' says Dooley, risin' wid his pipe lit.
'An' it's a happy man I'd be if I'd a young woman av yer size to do the
like to me ivery day.'

"'Glory be to God,' says Miss Rooney to herself, fur she thought the charm
was beginnin' to work. But she says to him, 'Oh, it's talkin' ye are. A
fine man like you can marry who he plazes.'

"So Dooley wint home, an' she, thinkin' the business as good as done,
towld her mother that night she was to marry Misther Dooley. The owld lady
cudn't contain herself or the saycret aither, so the next mornin' towld it
to her sister, an' she to her dawther that wint to school wid Missis
McMurthry's gurrul. Av coorse the young wan cudn't howld her jaw anny more
than the owld wans, an' up an' towld the widdy's dawther an' she her
mother an' the rest o' the town, so be the next day ivery wan knew that
Dooley was goin' to marry Miss Rooney: that shows, if ye want to shpread a
bit o' news wid a quickness aiquel to the tellygraph, ye've only to tell
it to wan woman as a saycret.

"Well, me dear, the noise the widdys made 'ud shtun a dhrummer. Dooley
hadn't been in town fur a week, an' widdys bein' nacherly suspishus, they
misthrusted that somethin' was wrong, but divil a wan o' thim thought he'd
do such an onmannerly thri