If ye did, ye wouldn't call her an old woman.

She's a lady, Mike.

She isn't one o' your kind, an' I ain't one o' your kind, Mike.

Can't ye see there's the difference of a pig atween us?
Don't ye know that if I was to go hazin' round in the mornin' without no clo'es to speak on, an' takin' comfort in a howlin' pig, that I shouldn't be up to keepin' a hotel?
Don't be unreasomble; and, Mike, don't ye never speak to me about my old woman.

That's a sort o' thing that won't set on her." Mike shook his head in lofty pity.
"Ah, Jim, I can see what ye're comin' to." Then, as if afraid that his "owld woman" might overhear his confession, he bent toward Jim, and half whispered: "The women is all smarter nor the men, Jim; but ye mustn't let 'em know that ye think it.