Burke does you and your daughter by taking the girl under her protection
and patronage?"

"I am, God knows."

"And of the advantage it is to get her near so respectable a woman--so
highly respectable a woman?"

"I am, in troth."

"And that it may be the making of your daughter's fortune?"

"It may, indeed, Masther Hycy."

"And that there's no other woman of high respectability in the parish
capable of elevating her to the true principles of double and simple
proportion?"

"No, in throth, sir, I don't think there is."

"Nor that can teach her the newest theories in dogmatic theology and
metaphysics, together with the whole system of Algebraic Equations if
the girl should require them?"

"Divil another woman in the barony can match her at them by all
accounts," replied Peety, catching the earnest enthusiasm of Hycy's
manner.

"That will do, Peety; you see yourself, mother," he added, taking her
aside and speaking in a low voice, "that the little fellow knows right