Shure, the blessed Virgin, or the Almighty himself, couldn't escape the tongue of Augustus Burlingame--not even you." The Young Doctor burst out laughing.

"'The Blessed Mary, or the Almighty himself--not even you!' Well, Patsy, you're a wonder," he said.
"Aw, you're not goin' to get off by scoffin' at me," remarked Patsy.
"Shure, what did Augustus Burlingame say of you ?--well now, what did he say ?" "Yes, Patsy, what was it ?" urged the other.

"Shure, he criticized you.
He called you 'Squills,' and said you'd helped more people intil the wurruld than out of it." "You call that criticism.

Patsy ?" "Whichever way you look at it, hasn't it an ugly face?
Is it a kindness to man to bring him into the wurruld?
That's wan way of lookin' at it.
But suppose he meant the other thing, that not being married, you--" "Patsy Kernaghan," interjected the Young Doctor sternly, "you're not fit company.

Take care, or there'll be no Slow Down Ranch for you.