"Her of the plumage--her! Shure, she's not livin' in this wurruld.

She's only visitin' it.

She's got no responsibility.

If iver there was a child of a fairy tale, that wumman's the child.

I belave she'd think her son was doin' right if he tied the ould fella up to a tree an' stuck him as full of Ingin arrows as a pin-cushion, an' rode off with the lovely little lady in beyant there.