He made a contemptuous motion with his hand as if calling a dog to heel.
Immediately, like a dog, the woman crept in and sat far away from the fire in a corner of the room.
"Ye'll pardon me," said Mrs.Fitzpatrick to Kalmar, "fer not axin' ye in at the first; but indade, an' it's more your blame than mine, fer sorra a bit o' thim takes afther ye." "They do not resemble me, you mean ?" said the father.

"No, they are the likeness of their mother." As he spoke he pulled out a leather case, opened it and passed it to Mrs.Fitzpatrick.
"Aw, will ye look at that now!" she cried, gazing at the beautiful miniature.

"An' the purty face av her.

Sure, it's a rale queen she was, an' that's no lie.

An' the girl is goin' to be the very spit av her.
An' the bye, he's got her blue eyes an' her bright hair.