I've taken a fancy to that boy, and he might do pretty much as he plazes wid me." "And I too have taken a fancy to him, Father Marty." "Shure and how could you help it ?" "But he mustn't do as he pleases with me." Father Marty looked up into her face as though he did not understand her.

"If I were alone, as you are, I could afford, like you, to indulge in the pleasure of a bright face.

Only in that case he would not care to let me see it." "Bedad thin, Misthress O'Hara, I don't know a fairer face to look on in all Corcomroe than your own,--that is when you're not in your tantrums, Misthress O'Hara." The priest was a privileged person, and could say what he liked to his friend; and she understood that a priest might say without fault what would be very faulty if it came from any one else.
"I'm in earnest now, Father Marty.

What shall we do if our darling Kate thinks of this young man more than is good for her ?" Father Marty raised his hat and began to scratch his head.

"If you like to look at the fair face of a handsome lad--" "I do thin, Misthress O'Hara." "Must not she like it also ?" "I'll go bail she likes it," said the priest.
"And what will come next ?" "I'll tell you what it is, Misthress O'Hara.