"So Dooley wint home, an’ she, thinkin’ the business as good as done, towld her mother that night she was to marry Misther Dooley. The owld lady cudn’t contain herself or the saycret aither, so the next mornin’ towld it to her sister, an’ she to her dawther that wint to school wid Missis McMurthry’s gurrul. Av coorse the young wan cudn’t howld her jaw anny more than the owld wans, an’ up an’ towld the widdy’s dawther an’ she her mother an’ the rest o’ the town, so be the next day ivery wan knew that Dooley was goin’ to marry Miss Rooney: that shows, if ye want to shpread a bit o’ news wid a quickness aiquel to the tellygraph, ye’ve only to tell it to wan woman as a saycret. "Well, me dear, the noise the widdys made ’ud shtun a dhrummer. Dooley hadn’t been in town fur a week, an’ widdys bein’ nacherly suspishus, they misthrusted that somethin’ was wrong, but divil a wan o’ thim thought he’d do such an onmannerly thrick as that. But they all belaved it, bekase widdys judge iverybody be themselves, so they were mighty mad. "The Widdy McMurthry was first to hear the news, as her dawther towld her, an’ she riz in a fury. ’Oh the owdashus villin,’ says she; ’to think av him comin’ here an’ me listenin’ at him that was lyin’ fasther than a horse ’ud throt. But I’ll have justice, so I will, an’ see if there’s law for a lone widdy. I’ll go to the judge,’ fur, I forgot to tell ye, it was jail delivery an’ the coort was settin’ an’ the judge down from Dublin wid a wig on him the size av a bar’l. "Whin they towld Missis O’Donnell, she bust out cryin’ an’ says, ’Sure it can’t be thrue. It isn’t in him to desave a poor widdy wid only two childher, an’ me thrustin’ on him,’ so she wint into the back room an’ laid on the bed. "But whin the Widdy Mulligan learned it, they thought she’d take a fit, the face av her got so red an’ she chokin’ wid rage. ’Tatther an’ agers,’ says she. ’If I only had that vagabone here five minnits, it’s a long day it ’ud be afore he’d desave another tinder-hearted faymale.’ "’Oh, be aisey,’ says wan to her, ’faix, you’re not the onliest wan that’s in it. Sure there’s the Widdy O’Donnell an’ Missis McMurthry that he’s desaved aiquelly wid yerself.’ "’Is that thrue?’ says she; ’by this an’ by that I’ll see thim an’ we’ll go to the judge an’ have him in the prision. Sure the Quane’s a widdy herself an’ knows how it feels, an’ her judge ’ull take the part av widdys that’s misconshtrewed be a nagurly blaggârd like owld Dooley. Bad luck to the seed, breed, an’ generation av him. I cud mop up the flure wid him, the divil roast him, an’ if I lay me hands on him, I’ll do it,’ says she, an’ so she would; an’ a blessing it was to Misther Dooley he was not in town just thin, but at home, diggin’ pitaties as fast as he cud, an’ chucklin’ to himself how he’d send the pitaties to town be Paddy, an’ himself go to Clare an’ get away from the whole tribe av widdys an’ owld maids.