“Stiff! Arrah, by this an' by--my reputation, I'm younger nor e'er a one o' my sons yet, you----eh?” said Peter, pausing-- “Faith, then I dunna that. Upon my credit, I think, on second thoughts, that a car 'ud be a mighty comfortable thing for me. Faith, I do, an' for you, too, Ellish.” “The common car,” she continued, “is slow and throublesome, an' joults the life out o' me.” “By my reputation, you're not the same woman since you began to use it, that you wor before at all. Why, it'll shorten your life. The pillion's dacent enough; but the jauntin'-car!--faix, it's what 'ud make a fresh woman o' you--divil a lie in it.” “You're not puttin' in a word for yourself now, Pether?” “To be sure I am, an' for both of us. I'd surely be proud to see yourself an' myself sittin' in our glory upon our own jauntin'-car. Sure we can afford it, an' ought to have it, too. Bud-an'-ager! what's the rason I didn't, think of it long ago?” “Maybe you did, acushla; but you forgot, it. Wasn't that the way wid you, Pether? Tell the thruth.” “Why, thin, bad luck to the lie in it, since you must know. About this time twelve months--no, faix, I'm wrong, it was afore Dan's marriage--I had thoughts o' spakin' ta you about it, but somehow it left my head. Upon my word, I'm in airnest, Ellish.” “Well, avick, make your mind asy; I'll have one from Dublin in less nor a fortnight. I can thin go about of an odd time, an' see how Dan an' Pether's comin' an. It'll be a pleasure to me to advise an' direct them, sure, as far an' as well as I can. I only hope? God will enable thim to do as much for their childher, as he enabled us to do for them, glory be to his name!” Peter's eye rested upon her as she spoke--a slight shade passed over his face, but it was the symptom of deep feeling and affection, whose current had run smooth and unbroken during the whole life they had spent together. “Ellish,” said he, in a tone of voice that strongly expressed what he felt, “you wor one o' the best wives that ever the Almighty gev to mortual man. You wor, avourneen---you wor, you wor!” “I intind, too, to begin an' make my sowl, a little,” she continued; “we had so much to do, Pether, aroon, that, indeed, we hadn't time to think of it all along; but now, that everything else is settled, we ought to think about that, an' make the most of our time--while we can.” “Upon my conscience, I've strong notions myself o' the same thing,” replied Peter. “An' I'll back you in that, as well as in every thing else. Never fear, if we pull together, but we'll bring up the lost time. Faith, we will! Sowl, if you set about it, let me see them that 'ud prevint you goin' to heaven!” “Did Paddy Donovan get the bay filly's foot aised, Pether?” “He's gone down wid her to the forge: the poor crathur was very lame to-day.”