"I say you did. What kept you?"

"Why, bekaise I didn't hurry myself, but took my time. I was often
longer."

"You were spakin' to some one at the well."

"Ah, thin, Shawn, who would I be spakin' to?"

"Maybe I know--I believe I do--but I want now to know whether you're a
liar, as I suspect you to be, or whether you are honest enough to tell
the truth."

"Do you suspect me, then?"

"I do suspect you; or rather I don't--bekaise I know the truth. Answer
me--who were you spakin' with?"

"Troth," said she, "I was lookin' at your sweetheart in the well,"
meaning her own shadow, "and was only asking her how she did."

"You danced with _Harry-na-Suil Balor_ last night?"

"I did; because the gentleman axed me--and why would I refuse him?"

"You whispered in a corner with him?"

"I did not," she replied; "how could I when the room was so throng?"