As for her, the purty thing, she doesn't know what wrong is--that's the worst of it!" The Young Doctor tapped Kernaghan's head gently with his whip.

"Patsy," said he, "you talk a lot.

There's no greater talker between here and Donegal.

But still I think you know what to say and whom to say it to." Kernaghan's cap came off.

He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at the other with a primitive intelligence which showed him to be what the Young Doctor knew him to be--better than his looks, or his place in the world, or his reputation.
"Thank you kindly, y'r anner," he said, softly.