Dinny.

O'FLAHERTY [sarcastic]. Maybe you'd have me in the Turkish army,
and worship the heathen Mahomet that put a corn in his ear and
pretended it was a message from the heavens when the pigeon come
to pick it out and eat it. I went where I could get the biggest
allowance for you; and little thanks I get for it!

MRS O'FLAHERTY. Allowance, is it! Do you know what the thieving
blackguards did on me? They came to me and they says, "Was your
son a big eater?" they says. "Oh, he was that," says I: "ten
shillings a week wouldn't keep him." Sure I thought the more I
said the more they'd give me. "Then," says they, "that's ten
shillings a week off your allowance," they says, "because you
save that by the king feeding him." "Indeed!" says I: "I suppose
if I'd six sons, you'd stop three pound a week from me, and make
out that I ought to pay you money instead of you paying me."
"There's a fallacy in your argument," they says.

O'FLAHERTY. A what?

MRS O'FLAHERTY. A fallacy: that's the word he said. I says to
him, "It's a Pharisee I'm thinking you mean, sir; but you can
keep your dirty money that your king grudges a poor old widow;
and please God the English will be bet yet for the deadly sin of
oppressing the poor"; and with that I shut the door in his face.

O'FLAHERTY [furious]. Do you tell me they knocked ten shillings
off you for my keep?