"
"Whish!" said Appleton, "that's the go! Success ould heart! Give us your
hand, Paddy,--here's your good health, an' may you never button an empty
pocket!"
"Is all settled?" inquired Molly.
"All, but about the weddin' an' the calls," replied her husband. "How
are we to do about that, Larry?"
"Why, in the name o' Goodness, to save time," he replied, "let them be
called on Sunday next, the two Sundays afther, an thin marrid, wid a
blessin'."
"I agree wid that entirely," observed Molly; "an' now Phelim, clear
away, you an' Peggy, off o' that chist, till we have our bit o' supper
in comfort."
"Phelim," said Larry, "when the suppers done, you must slip over to
Roche's for a couple o' bottles more o' whiskey. We'll make a night of
it."
"There's two bottles in the house," said Donovan; "an', be the
saikerment, the first man that talks of bringin' in more, till these is
dhrunk, is ondacent."
This was decisive. In the meantime, the chest was turned into a table,
the supper laid, and the attack commenced. All was pleasure, fun,
and friendship. The reader may be assured that Phelim, during the
negotiation, had not misspent the time with Peggy, Their conversation,
however, was in a tone too low to be heard by those who were themselves
talking loudly.
One thing, however, Phelim understood from his friend Sam Appleton,
which was, that some clue had been discovered to an outrage in which he
(Appleton) had been concerned.
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