Brian, your
farm and mine lie very snugly beside one another; observe that that's
what I begin with."
"Very good."
"Again, your family and mine live very close to one another, too."
"Very good."
"Now, what if part of the farms, and part of the families were to become
united, and get spliced together, eh?"
"Very good, very good."
"Well, but do you really think so, Brian?"
"Go on, if you please, and let us hear more of it; state your case, as
you say at the sessions."
"Well, then, there's your daughter Mary, a handsome girl, and, by all
accounts, as good as she is handsome--and there's my son Phil, who,
excepting the cast (* Squint)--is--but, at any rate, if he's no beauty,
he's a stout young fellow, for you know yourself that that little
closeness about the knees is always a sign of strength."
"That little closeness, Val!--why, Vulture darling, isn't one knee sugar
candy, and the other licking it?--but go on, it's not bad for so far, go
on; upon my credit it's not."
"I am glad you like it for so far--then seriously, what would you think
of a marriage between them?"
"Devil a prettier move you could make, Val. As you say, the farms and
the families lie convenient to one another--and I don't see what's to
prevent your proposal from being realized. You'll do well for Phil, of
course--for although he has the squint in both eyes, instead of only in
one, like yourself--and is twisted very much about the knees, more than
you are a good deal--still, Val--neighbor Val, as I now may call you--he
is a stout, left-legged, round-shouldered blade; and I question whether
the red poll does not become him better than a black one like yours
would."
"Why I grant you, Brian, that he looks better on horseback than on foot,
and when mounted on 'Handsome Harry,' with top-boots and spurs, it's
not on every highway you could meet his equal."
"Devil a lie in that, Val--nor a boy better made to ride or shoot round
a corner you could not meet in Europe--but never mind; go on, Val--go
on, my friend; no, faith, on hill or in hollow, it would not be easy to
match him."
"He'd make an excellent good husband."
"He would not be your son if he did not--well?"
"Well, as to that, if the truth was known, I know where the blame
would lie--your daughter will not be the shrew and scold to him that my
blister was to me--upon my credit she won't."
"Devil, a lie in that either, Val--well, well--oh! I'll take my oath she
won'
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