It's aisy seen where they git their looks," she added, glancing at him.
"Mind yer manners, now thin," growled Tim, who was very considerably impressed by the military carriage and the evident "quality" of their guest.
"Yes, the children have the likeness of their mother," said the father in a voice soft and reminiscent.

"It is in their behalf I am here to-night, Madam--what shall I have the honour to name you ?" "Me name, is it ?" cried Mrs.Fitzpatrick.

"Mishtress Timothy Fitzpatrick, Monaghan that was, the Monaghans o' Ballinghalereen, an owld family, poor as Job's turkey, but proud as the divil, an' wance the glory o' Mayo.

An' this," she added, indicating her spouse with a jerk of her thumb, "is Timothy Fitzpatrick, me husband, a dacent man in his way.

Timothy, where's yer manners?
Shtand up an' do yer duty." Tim struggled to his feet, embarrassed with the burden of Paulina's baby, and pulled his forelock.
"And my name," said the Russian, answering Timothy's salutation with a profound bow, "is Michael Kalmar, with respect to you and Mr.Vichpatrick." Mrs.Fitzpatrick was evidently impressed.
"An' proud I am to see ye in me house," she said, answering his bow with a curtsey.