Now, there's the
whole sacret, an' don't be onaisy about it. Tell Father O'Hara how it
is, whin you go home, an' that he must call the three o' you to me agin
on next Sunday, and the Sunday afther, plase Goodness; jist that I may
keep my promise to them. You know I couldn't have luck or grace if I
marrid you wid the sin of two broken promises on me."
"My goodness, Phelim, but you tuck a, burdyeen off o' me! Faix, you'll
see how happy we'll be."
"To be sure we will! But I'm tould you're sometimes crass, Mrs. Doran.
Now, you must promise to be kind an' lovin' to the childre, or be the
vestment, I'll break off the match yet."
"Och, an' why wouldn't I, Phelim, acushla? Sure that's but rason."
"Well, take this book an' swear it. Be gorra, your word won't do,
for it's a thing my mind's made up on. It's I that'll be fond o' the
childre."
"An' how am I to swear it, Phelim? for I never tuck an oath myself yet."
"Take the book in your hand, shut one eye, and say the words afther me.
Be the contints o' this book,"
"Be the contints o' this book,"
"I'll be kind an' motherly, an' boistherous,"
"I'll be kind, an' motherly, an boistherous,"
"To my own childhre,"
"To my own childhre,"
"An' never bate or abuse thim,"
"An' never bate or abuse thim,"
"Barrin' whin they desarve it;"
"Barrin' whin they desarve it;"
"An' this I swear,"
"An' this I swear,"
"In the presence of St.
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