"When he got there, in he wint to the inn to get him his dhrink, for it’s a mishtake to think that thim gionts were all blood-suckin’ blaggârds as the Causeway guides say, but, barrin’ they were in dhrink, were as paceable as rabbits. So when Finn wint in, he says, ’God save ye,’ to thim settin’, an’ gev the table a big crack wid his shillaylah as for to say he wanted his glass. But instead o’ the owld granny that used for to fetch him his potheen, out shteps a nate little woman wid hair an’ eyes as black as a crow an’ two lips on her as red as a cherry an’ a quick sharp way like a cat in a hurry. "’An’ who are you, me Dear?’ says Finn, lookin’ up. "’I’m the new barmaid, Sorr, av it’s plazin’ to ye,’ says she, makin’ a curchey, an’ lookin’ shtrait in his face. "’It is plazin’,’ says Finn. ’’Tis I that’s glad to be sarved be wan like you. Only,’ says he, ’I know be the look o’ yer eye ye ’ve a timper.’ "’Dade I have,’ says she, talkin’ back at him, ’an’ ye’d betther not wake it.’ "Finn had more to say an’ so did she, that I won’t throuble yer Anner wid, but when he got his fill av dhrink an’ said all he’d in his head, an’ she kep’ aven wid him at ivery pint, he wint away mightily plazed. The next Sunday but wan he was back agin, an’ the Sunday afther, an’ afther that agin. By an’ by, he’d come over in the avenin’ afther the work was done, an’ lane on the bar or set on the table, talkin’ wid the barmaid, for she was as sharp as a thornbush, an’ sorra a word Finn ’ud say to her in impidince or anny other way, but she’d give him his answer afore he cud get his mouth shut. "Now, be this time, Finn’s mother had made up her mind that Finn ’ud marry Burthey, an’ so she sent for the match-maker, an’ they talked it all over, an’ Finn’s father seen Burthey’s father, an’ they settled phat Burthey ’ud get an’ phat Finn was to have, an’ were come to an agraymint about the match, onbeknownst to Finn, bekase it was in thim days like it is now, the matches bein’ made be the owld people, an’ all the young wans did was to go an’ be marr’d an’ make the best av it. Afther all, maybe that’s as good a way as anny, for whin ye’ve got all the throuble on yer back ye can stagger undher, there’s not a haporth o’ differ whether ye got undher it yerself or whether it was put on ye, an’ so it is wid gettin’ marr’d, at laste so I’m towld. "Annyhow, Finn’s mother was busy wid preparin’ for the weddin’ whin she heard how Finn was afther puttin’ in his time at the village. "’Sure that won’t do,’ she says to herself; ’he ought to know betther than to be spendin’ ivery rap he’s got in dhrink an’ gostherin’ at that black-eyed huzzy, an’ he to be marr’d to the best girl in the county.’ So that night, when Finn come in, she spake fair an’ soft to him that he’d give up goin’ to the inn, an’ get ready for to be marr’d at wanst. An’ that did well enough till she got to the marryin’, when Finn riz up aff his sate, an’ shut his taith so hard he bruk his pipestem to smithereens.