Come, Charley, let us go to Rathfillan, and get the townsfolk to prepare for the fete: we must have fiddlers and pipers, and plenty of dancing.
Barney Casey must go among the tenants, too, and order them all into the town.

Mat Mulcahy, the inn-keeper, must give us his best room; and, my life to yours, we will have a pleasant night of it." "George," exclaimed his wife, in a tone of querulous remonstrance, "you know how expensive--" "Confound the expense and your penury both," exclaimed her husband; "is it to your own son, on his return to us after such an absence, that you'd grudge the expense of a blazing bonfire ?" "Not the bonfire," replied his wife, but--" "Ay, but the cost of drink to the tenants.

Why, upon my soul, Harry, your mother is anything but popular here, you must know; and I think if it were not from respect to me and the rest of the family she'd be indicted for a witch.

Gadzooks, Jenny, will I never get sense or liberality into your head?
Ay, and if you go on after your usual fashion, it is not unlikely that you may have a tar-barrel of your own before long.

Go, you and Harry, and tell your secrets to each other while we prepare for the jubilation.