In this position were they placed when Sarah entered the cabin, and throwing aside her cloak, seated herself in front of the fire, something about halfway between each.

She also appeared moody; and if one could judge by her countenance, felt equally disposed to melancholy or ill-temper.
"Well, madam," said her father, "I hope it's no offence to ask you where you have been sportin' yourself since?
I suppose you went to see Charley Hanlon; or, what is betther, his masther, young Dick o' the Grange ?" "No," she replied, "I did not.

Charley Hanlon! Oh, no!" "Well, his masther ?" "Don't vex me--don't vex me," she replied, abruptly; "I don't wish to fight about nothing, or about thrifles, or to give bad answers; but still, don't vex me, I say." "There's something in the wind now," observed Nelly; "she's gettin' fast into one o' her tantrums.

I know it by her eyes; she'd as soon whale me now as cry; and she'd jist as soon cry as whale me.

Oh! my lady, I know you.