Mother dear, I would have dropped with the walk, but for Brian's arm.'-- 'It's a wonder, dear, what makes you so weak, that used to be so strong,'-- 'But if we can sell the cow for anything at all to Mr.Dennis, since his eye is set upon her, better let him have her, mother dear; and that and my yarn, which Mrs.
Garraghty says she'll allow me for, will make up the rent--and Brian need not talk of America.

But it must be in golden guineas, the agent will take the rent no other way; and you won't get a guinea for less than five shillings.

Well, even so, it's easy selling my new gown to one that covets it, and that will give me in exchange the price of the gold; or, suppose that would not do, add this cloak,--it's handsome, and I know a friend would be glad to take it, and I'd part it as ready as look at it--Any-thing at all, sure, rather than that he should be forced to talk of emigrating; or, oh, worse again, listing for the bounty--to save us from the cant or the jail, by going to the hospital, or his grave, maybe--Oh, mother!' 'Oh, child! This is what makes you weak, fretting.

Don't be that way.
Sure here's the LASE, and that's good comfort; and the soldiers will be gone out of Clonbrony to-morrow, and then that's off your mind.

And as to America, it's only talk--I won't let him, he's dutiful; and would sooner sell my dresser and down to my bed, dear, than see you sell anything of yours, love.