human
Faix thin, Mr. Frank, said Peter,
gpt
Why has all this been done?
human
It's that born divil, Pat Carroll, whispered Peter.
gpt
I wouldn't be saying it so that any of the boys or girls should hear me,--not for my throat's sake. I am the only one of 'em, he added, whispering still lower than before,
human
This is bad, father,
gpt
Bad! yes, you may call it bad. I am ruined, I suppose. There are twenty heifers ready for market next week, and I am told that not a butcher in County Galway will look at one of them.
human
Then you must send them on to Westmeath; I suppose the Mullingar butchers won't boycott you?
gpt
It's just what they will do.
human
Then send them on to Dublin.
gpt
Who's to take them to Dublin?
human
I will if there be no one else. We are not going to be knocked out of time for want of two or three pairs of hands.
gpt
There are two policemen here to watch the herd at night. They'd cut the tails off them otherwise as they did over at Ballinrobe last autumn. To whom am I to consign 'em in Dublin? While I am making new arrangements of that kind their time will have gone by. There are five cows should be milked morning and night. Who is to milk them?
human
Who is milking them?
gpt
Your sisters are doing it, with the aid of an old woman who has come from Galway. She says she has not long to live, and with the help of half-a-crown a day cares nothing for the Landleaguers. I wish someone would pay me half-a-crown a day, and perhaps I should not care.