Her face was a sickly white and the rouge spots on her cheeks stood a glaring admission.
"Do you mean to tell me--" she gasped.
"Not again," said the daughter of Erin firmly, "because I have already told ye wance.

Linda's gone like a rag bag since the Lord knows when.
She had a right to the dress, and she thought it was hers, and she took it.

And if ye ever want any more respect or obedience or love from the kiddie, ye better never let her know that ye didn't intend it for her, for nothing was ever quite so fair and right as that she should have it; and while you're about it you'd better go straight to the store and get her what she is needin' to go with it, or better still, ye had better give her a fair share of the money of which there used to be such a plenty, and let her get her things herself, for she's that tasty nobody can beat her when she's got anything to do with." Eileen turned on Katy in a gust of fury.
"Katherine O'Donovan," she said shrilly, "pack your trunk and see how quick you can get out of this house.

I have stood your insolence for years, and I won't endure it a minute longer!" Katy folded her red arms and lifted her red chin, and a steel-blue light flashed from her steel-gray eyes.
"Humph!" she said, "I'll do nothing of the sort.

I ain't working for ye and I never have been no more than I ever worked for your mother.