"But you haven't told us why you came." "Faith, mother, it was because the work gave out, and I thought I'd pack my trunk and come and see you and Mary.

That's all." "We are glad to see you, Andy, dear, but," continued his mother, taking a survey of her son's appearance for the first time, "you're lookin' like a beggar, with your clothes all in rags." Andy laughed.
"Faith, it's about so, mother.

There was no one to mend 'em for me, and I'm more used to the hoe than the needle." "I will sew up some of the holes when you're gone to bed, Andy.

Are you sure you're well, lad ?" "Well, mother?
Jist wait till you see me atin', mother.

You'll think I've got a healthy appetite." "I never thought, Andy.