Both of 'em was fine gals, and the trouble was for me to decide which was the best as a helpmate to meself.
"Bridget had red hair and beautiful freckles and a turn-up nose, and she was so fond of going round without shoes that her feet spread out like boards; Molly was just as handsome, but her beauty was of another style.
She had very little hair upon her pad, and a little love-pat she had wid an old beau of hers caused a broken nose, which made her countenance quite picturesque.

She was also cross-eyed, and when she cocked one eye down at me, while she kept a watch on the door wid the other, there was a loveliness about her which is not often saan in the famale form." "And you could n't decide which of these would make you the best wife ?" "Nary a once.

The attraction of both was nearly equal." "But how about their housekeeping?
I've often heard father tell what a splendid housekeeper mother was, and how he would rather have his wife a good housekeeper than beautiful." "But the trouble was, I had both.

I've described you the charms and grace of each, and when I add that both were elegant housekeepers, ye'll admit that my dilemma was greater than ever.

They both handled the broom to perfection; they could knock a chap clane across the cabin and out of the window before ye could know what was coming.