"And so we can," said the widow; "betther bail than e'er a Lynch or
Daly--not but what the Dalys is respictable--betther bail, any way,
than e'er a Lynch in Galway could show, either for sessions or 'sizes,
by night or by day, winter or summer."

"Ah, mother! you don't understhand: he's maning that we're to be tried
in the dock, for staling Anty's money."

"Faix, but that'd be a good joke! Isn't Anty to the fore herself to say
who's robbed her? Take an ould woman's advice, Mr Daly, and go back to
Tuam: it ain't so asy to put salt on the tail of a Dunmore bird."

"And so I will, Mrs Kelly," said Daly; "but you must let me finish what
I have to tell Miss Lynch.--This will be a proceeding most disagreeable
to your brother's feelings."

"Failings, indeed!" muttered the widow; "faix, I b'lieve his chief
failing at present's for sthrong dhrink!"

"--But he must go on with it, unless you at once lave the inn, return
to your own home, and give him your promise that you will never marry
Martin Kelly."

Anty blushed deep crimson over her whole face at the mention of her
contemplated marriage; and, to tell the truth, so did Martin.

"Here is the notice," said Daly, taking the paper out of his pocket;
"and the matter now rests with yourself. If you'll only tell me that
you'll be guided by your brother on this subject, I'll burn the notice