"So he shtayed at home most times and wint over to Rooney’s the rest, fur it wasn’t a bad job at all, though she was about one an’ forty, an’ had give up the fight fur a husband an’ so saiced strugglin’. As long as they’ve anny hope, owld maids are the most praypostherous craythers alive, fur they’ll fit thimselves wid the thrappin’s av a young gurrul an’ look as onaisey in thim as a boy wid his father’s britches on. But whin they’ve consinted to the sitiwation an’ saiced to struggle, thin they begin to be happy an’ enjoy life a bit, but there’s no aise in the worruld fur thim till thin. Now Miss Rooney had gev up the contist an’ plasthered her hair down on aitch side av her face so smooth ye’d shwear it was ironed it was, an’ begun to take the worruld aisey. "But there’s thim that says an owld maid niver does give up her hope, only lets on to be continted so as to lay in amboosh fur anny onsuspishus man that happens to shtray along, an’ faix, it looks that-a-way from phat I’m goin’ to tell ye, bekase as soon as Misther Dooley begun to come over an’ palather his fine talk to her an’ say shwate things, thin she up an’ begins shtrugglin’ harder nor iver, bekase it was afther she’d let go, an’ comin’ onexpected-like she thought it was a dispinsation av Providence, whin rayly it was only an accident it was, beways av Dooley’s cow goin’ dhry an’ the calf too young to lave suckin’ an’ ate grass. "Annyhow, wan day, afther Misther Dooley had talked purty nice the avenin’ afore, she put an her cloak, an’ wint to Owld Moll an’ in an’ shut the dure. "’Now, Moll,’ she says to the owld cuillean, ’it’s a long time since I’ve been to ye, barrin’ the time the goat was lost, fur, sure, I lost me confidince in ye. Ye failed me twict, wanst whin John McCune forgot me whin he wint to Derry an’ thin come back an’ married that Mary O’Niel, the impidint young shtrap, wid the hair av her as red as a glowin’ coal; an’ wanst whin Misther McFinnigan walked aff from me an’ married the Widdy Bryan. Now ye must do yer besht, fur I’m thinkin’ that, wid a little industhry, I cud get Misther Dooley, the same that the town widdys is so flusthrated wid.’ "’An’ does he come to see ye, at all?’ says Moll. "’Faith he does, an’ onless I’m mishtaken is mightily plazed wid his comp’ny whin it’s me that’s in it,’ says Miss Rooney. "’An’ phat widdys is in it,’ says Moll, as she didn’t know, bekase sorra a step did the widdys go to her wid their love doin’s, as they naded no help, an’ cud thransact thim affairs thimselves as long as their tongues held out. "So Miss Rooney towld her, an’ Moll shuk her head. ’Jagers,’ says she, ’I’m afeared yer goose is cooked if all thim widdys is afther him. I won’t thry,’ says she. "But Miss Rooney was as much in airnest as the widdys, troth, I’m thinkin’, more, bekase she was fairly aitchin’ fur a husband now she’d got her mind on it.