"’If that’s phat yer Lordshap says, axin’ yer pardin an’ not misdoubtin’ ye, if it’s plazin’ to ye, bedad, I’ll take the owld maid, bekase thim widdys have got a sight av young wans, an’ childher are like toothpicks, ivery man wants his own an’ not another felly’s.’ But he had another razon that he towld to me afther; says he, ’If I’ve got to have a famly, be jakers, I want to have the raisin’ av it meself,’ an’ my blessin’ on him for that same. "But whin he was spakin’ an’ said he’d take Miss Rooney, wid that word she fainted away fur dead, an’ was carried out o’ the coort be her father an’ Paddy. "So it was settled, an’ as Dooley didn’t have the money, the widdys aggrade to take their pay some other way. The Widdy Mulligan tuk the pitaties he was diggin’ whin the polisman gripped him, as she said they’d kape the inn all winter. The Widdy McMurthry got his hay, which come convaynient, bekase her brother kep post horses an’ tuk the hay av her at two shillins undher the market. Missis O’Donnell got the cow that made all the throuble be goin’ dhry at the wrong time, an’ bein’ it was a good cow was vally’d at tin poun’; so she gev him three poun’, an’ was to sind him the calf whin it was weaned. So the widdys were all paid for bein’ wounded in their hearts be Misther Dooley, an’ a good bargain they made av it, bekase a widdy’s affections are like gârden weeds, the more ye thrample thim the fasther they grow. "Misther Dooley got Miss Rooney, an’ she a husband, fur they pulled her out av her faint wid a bucket o’ wather, an’ the last gossoon in town wint from the coort to the chapel wid Miss Rooney an’ Misther Dooley, the latther crassin’ himself ivery minnit an’ blessin’ God ivery step he tuk that it wasn’t the jail he was goin’ to, an’ they were married there wid a roarin’ crowd waitin’ in the strate fur to show thim home. But they sarcumvinted thim, bekase they wint out the back way an’ through Father O’Donohue’s gârden, an’ so home, lavin’ the mob howlin’ before the chapel dure like wild Ingines.