But Pat had nipped the young person's imaginings in the bud.
"She may be contrairy enough to give the General the gout in his big toe and the twisht in his timper, as often she's done.

But she can't make our Miss Nelly marry where she don't like.

If you'd put your romantic notions into your scrubbin' now, Miss Higgs; but I suppose it's your name is the matter with you, and you can't help it." The under-housemaid, whose name happened to be Gladys Higgs, was reduced to tears by this remark, and the tears brought the kind-hearted Pat to repentance for his hastiness.
"Whatever the dickens came over me," he imparted to Bridget when they were having a snack of bread and cheese between meals in the room allotted to the cook, who was now also housekeeper, "to go sharpenin' my tongue on that foolish little girl?
It isn't for you an' me to be makin' fun of their quare names.

'Tis no credit to us if we have elegant names in the counthry we come from." "Aye, indeed.

Where would you find pleasanter thin MacGeoghegan or McGroarty or Magillacuddy?
There was a polisman in our town by the name of McGuffin.