"I'm just darin' ye to send John Gilman in the sound of my voice.

If ye do, I'll tell him every mean and selfish thing ye've done to me poor lambie since the day of the Black Shadow.
Send him to me?
Holy Mither, I wish ye would! If ever I get my chance at him, don't ye think I won't be tellin' him what he has lost, and what he has got?
And as for taking orders from him, I am taking my orders from the person I am working for, and as I told ye before, that's Miss Linda.
Be off wid ye, and primp up while I get my supper, and mind ye this, if ye tell Miss Linda ye didn't mean that gown for her and spoil the happy day she has had, I won't wait for ye to send John Gilman to me; I'll march straight to him.

Put that in your cigarette and smoke it! Think I've lost me nose as well as me sense ?" Then Katy started a triumphal march to the kitchen and cooled down by the well-known process of slamming pots and pans for half an hour.

Soon her Irish sense of humor came to her rescue.
"Now, don't I hear myself telling Miss Linda a few days ago to kape her temper, and to kape cool, and to go aisy.

Look at the aise of me when I got started.