'Twas plain that that plug was a crown of glory to her.
"'Drop it, you little thafe!' yells O'Shaughnessy, makin' a dive for the boy.
"'I won't!' screams Archibald, and starts to run.

He tripped over the corner of a mat, and fell flat.

The plug hat was underneath him, and it fell flat, too.
"'Oh! oh! oh!' wails Margaret, wringin' her hands.

'Your beautiful hat, Mike!' "Mike's face was like a sunset.
"'Your reverence,' says he, 'tell me this; don't the wife promise to "obey" in the marriage service ?' "'She does,' says Father McGrath.
"'D'ye hear that, you that's to be Margaret O'Shaughnessy?
You do?
Well, then, as your husband that's to be in tin minutes, I order you to give that small divil what's comin' to him.

D'ye hear me?
Will yez obey me, or will yez not ?' "She didn't know what to do.