"Now, Misther Dooley had a kind heart in his body fur wimmin in gineral, an’ as he liked a bit o’ chaff wid thim on all occashuns, he wasn’t long in gettin’ acquainted wid all the wimmin o’ the parish, an’ was well liked be thim, an’, be the same token, wasn’t be the men, fur men, be nacher, doesn’t like a woman’s man anny more than wimmin like a men’s woman. But, afther a bit, he begun to centher himself on the three widdys, an’ sorra the day’ ud go by whin he come to town but phat he’d give wan or another o’ thim a pace av his comp’ny that was very plazin’ to thim. Bedad, he done that same very well, for he made a round av it for to kape thim in suspince. He’d set in the ale room o’ the Shamrock an hour in the afthernoon an’ chat wid the Widdy Mulligan as she was sarvin’ the dhrink, an’ shtop in the Widdy O’Donnell’s shop as he was goin’ by, to get a thrifle or a bit av shwates an’ give to her childher beways av a complimint, an’ thin go to Missis McMurthry’s to tay, an’ so got on well wid thim all. An’ it’s me belafe he’d be doin’ that same to this blessed day only that the widdys begun to be pressin’ as not likin’ fur to wait anny longer. Fur, mind ye, a widdy’s not like a young wan that’ll wait fur ye to spake, an’ if ye don’t do it, ’ull go on foriver, or till she gets tired av waitin’ an’ takes some wan else that does spake, widout sayin’ a word to ye at all; but the widdy ’ull be hintin’ an’ hintin’, an’ her hints ’ull be as shtrong as a donkey’s kick, so that the head o’ ye has to be harder than a pavin’-shtone if ye don’t undhershtand, an’ ye’ve got to have more impidince than a monkey if ye don’t spake up an’ say something about marryin’.