other side--what a pair o' beauties you are, ha! ha! ha! I wouldn't be
surprised if the divil an' his mother fell in consate wid you both!--ha!
ha!"

"Is that your manners, afther spendin' the night away wid yourself?"
asked her father, angrily. "Instead of stealin' into the house
thremblin' wid fear, as you ought to be, you walk in wid your brazen
face, ballyraggin' us like a Hecthor."

"Devil a taste I'm afeard," she replied, sturdily; "I did nothin' to be
afeard or ashamed of, an' why should I?"

"Did you see Mr. Hanlon on your travels, eh?"

"You needn't say eh about it," she replied, "to be sure I did; it was to
meet him that I went to the dance; I have no saicrets."

"Ah, you'll come to a good end yet, I doubt," said her father.

"Sure she needn't be afeard of Providence, any how," observed his wife.

"To the divil wid you, at all events," he replied; "if you're not off
out o' that to get me somethin' for this swellin' I'll make it worse for
you."

"Ay, ay, I'll go," looking at him with peculiar bitterness, "an wid the
help of the same Providence that you laugh at, I'll take care that the
same roof won't cover the three of us long. I'm tired of this life, and
come or go what may, I'll look to my sowl an' lead it no longer.