ve got in
money.'

"'Siven pound, not a haporth less,' says the judge. 'If ye haven't the
money ye can pay it in projuice. An' make yer chice bechune the wimmin who
ye'll marry, as it's married ye'll be this blessed day, bekase ye've gone
too long a'ready,' says the judge, very starn, an' thin the widdys all got
quite, an' begun to be sorry they gev him so many hard names.

"'Is it wan o' the widdys must I marry?' says Dooley, axin' the judge, an'
the charm in his coller beginnin' to work hard an' remind him av Miss
Rooney, that was settin' on wan side, trimblin'.

"'Tare an' 'ouns,' says the judge. 'Bad luck to ye, ye onmannerly idjit,'
as he was gettin' vexed wid Dooley, that was shtandin', scrotchin' the
head av him like he was thryin' to encourage his brains. 'Wasn't it wan o'
the wimmin that I tould ye to take?' says he.

"'If that's phat yer Lordshap says, axin' yer pardin an' not misdoubtin'
ye, if it's plazin' to ye, bedad, I'll take the owld maid, bekase thim
widdys have got a sight av young wans, an' childher are like toothpicks,
ivery man wants his own an' not another felly's.' But he had another razon
that he towld to me afther; says he, 'If I've got to have a famly, be
jakers, I want to have the raisin' av it meself,' an' my blessin' on him
for that same.

"But whin he was spakin' an' said he'd take Miss Rooney, wid that word she
fainted away fur dead, an' was carried out o' the coort be her father an'
Paddy.

"So it was settled, an' as Dooley didn't have the money, the widdys
aggrade to take their pay some other way. The Widdy Mulligan tuk the
pitaties he was diggin' whin the polisman gripped him, as she said they'd
kape the inn all winter. The Widdy McMurthry got his hay, which come
convaynient, bekase her brother kep post horses an' tuk the hay av her at
two shillins undher the market. Missis O'Donnell got the cow that made all
the throuble be goin' dhry at the wrong time, an' bein' it was a good cow
was vally'd at tin poun'; so she gev him three poun', an' was to sind him
the calf whin it was weaned. So the widdys were all paid for bein' wounded
in their hearts be Misther Dooley, an' a good bargain they made av it,
bekase a widdy's affections are like garden weeds, the more ye thrample
thim the fasther they grow.

"Misther Dooley got Miss Rooney, an' she a husband, fur they pulled her
out av her faint wid a bucket o' wather, an' the last gossoon in town wint
from the coort to the chapel wid Miss