"
"Wiry, Paddy," replied Larry, "when Phelim gets her, he'll have a patch
of his own, as well as another. There's that 'half-acre,' and a betther
piece o' land isn't in Europe!"
"Well, but what plenishin' are they to have, Larry? A bare half acre's
but a poor look up."
"I'd as soon you'd not make little of it, in the mane time," replied
Larry, rather warmly. "As good a couple as ever they wor lived on that
half acre; along wid what they earned by hard work otherwise."
"I'm not disparagin' it, Larry; I'd be long sorry; but about the
furniture? What are they to begin the world wid?"
"Hut," said Devlin, "go to the sarra wid yez!--What 'ud they want, no
more nor other young people like them, to begin the world wid? Are you
goin' to make English or Scotch of them, that never marries till they're
able to buy a farm an' stock it, the nagurs. By the staff in my hand, an
Irish man 'ud lash a dozen o' them, wid all then prudence! Hasn't Phelim
an' Peggy health and hands, what most new-married couples in Ireland
begins the world wid? Sure they're not worse nor a thousand others?"
"Success, Antony," said Phelim. "Here's your health for that!"
"God be thanked they have health and hands," said Donovan. "Still,
Antony, I'd like that they'd have somethin' more."
"Well, then, Paddy, spake up for yourself," observed Larry.
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