Suffice it to say,
when the old gentleman took his departure, there was a peculiar twinkle
in Biddy's eye, and she had so far overcome her aversion to the
"imposther" as to have had a few private words with him, which had by no
means decreased her usual flow of good spirits. It was evident that
Biddy "had on her high heels," for the rest of that evening. As Winnie
strolled over the farm, enjoying the evening breeze, reflecting upon her
good pastor's words, her attention was suddenly attracted toward the
enclosure where the cows were being milked, by hearing the voice of
Biddy, who, as she "stripped" the patient animal again, for the dozenth
time, was very much engaged with Pat, whose round, smiling face, as he
glanced at her from the opposite side of the creature, shone with
delight; and as the white foam rose higher and higher in Biddy's pail,
so did the warmth of her feelings get the better of her, and those
tell-tale eyes of Winnie's danced with mischief, as she overheard the
following conversation:
"Ah, Pathrick dear, does ye think there is the laste sin in it? And
indade, it's mesilf that's thinking the blissid St.
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