"Well, as I was afther sayin’, the widdys begun to be pressin’ him clost: the Widdy Mulligan tellin’ him how good her business was an’ phat a savin’ there’d be if a farm an’ a public were put together; the Widdy O’Donnell a-lookin’ at him out av her tears an’ sighin’ an’ tellin’ him how lonely he must be out on a farm an’ nobody but a man wid him in the house, fur she was lonesome in town, an’ it wasn’t natheral at all, so it wasn’t, fur aither man or woman to be alone; an’ the Widdy McMurthry a palatherin’ to him that if he’d a fine, good-lookin’ woman that loved him, he’d be a betther man an’ a changed man entirely. So they wint on, the widdys a-comin’ at him, an’ he thryin’ to kape wid thim all, as he might have knewn he couldn’t do (barrin’ he married the three o’ thim like a Turk), until aitch wan got to undhershtand, be phat he said to her, that he was goin’ to marry her, an’ the minnit they got this in their heads, aitch begged him that he’d shtay away from the other two, fur aitch knewn he wint to see thim all. By jayminy, it bothered him thin, fur he liked to talk to thim all aiquelly, an’ didn’t want to confine his agrayble comp’ny to anny wan o’ thim. So he got out av it thish-a-way. He promised the Widdy McMurthry that he’d not go to the Shamrock more than wanst in the week, nor into the Widdy O’Donnell’s barrin’ he naded salt fur his cow; an’ said to the Widdy Mulligan that he’d not more than spake to Missis O’Donnell whin he wint in, an’ that he’d go no more at all to Missis McMurthry’s; an’ he towld Missis O’Donnell that whin he wint to the Shamrock he’d get his sup an’ thin lave at wanst, an’ not go to the Widdy McMurthry’s axceptin’ whin his horse wanted to be shod, the blacksmith’s bein’ ferninst her dure that it ’ud be convaynient fur him to wait at. So he shmiled wid himself thinkin’ he’d done thim complately, an’ made up his mind that whin his pitaties were dug he’d give up the farm an’ get over into County Clare, away from the widdys. "But thim that think widdys are fools are desaved entirely, an’ so was Misther Dooley, fur instead av his throubles bein’ inded, begob, they were just begun. Ivery time he wint into the Shamrock Missis O’Donnell heard av it an’ raymonshtrated wid him, an’ ’ud cry at him beways it was dhrinkin’ himself to death he was; afther lavin’ the Shamrock, the Widdy Mulligan ’ud set wan av her boys to watch him up the strate an’ see if he shtopped in the shop. Av coorse he cudn’t go by, an’ whin he come agin, the Widdy Mulligan ’ud gosther him about it, an’ thin he’d promise not to do it agin. No more cud he go in the Widdy O’Donnell’s shop widout meetin’ Missis McMurthry’s dawther that was always shtreelin’ on the strate, an’ thin her mother ’ud say to him it was a power o’ salt his cow was atin’, an’ the Widdy O’Donnell towld him his horse must be an axpensive baste fur to nade so much shooin’.