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Minnie
's
round
little
eyes
twinkled
.
"
Ah
,
well
now
,
Miss
Meggie
,
'
twas
a
big
country
and
all
.
"
"
Go
on
!
It
's
about
the
size
of
Drogheda
!
And
anyway
,
O'Neill
is
an
Orange
name
;
you
ca
n't
fool
me
.
"
"
It
is
that
.
But
it
's
a
great
Irish
name
and
it
existed
before
there
were
Orangemen
ever
thought
of
.
It
is
a
name
from
Ulster
parts
,
so
it
's
logical
there
'd
have
to
be
a
few
of
thim
Orange
,
is
n't
it
now
?
But
there
was
the
O'Neill
of
Clandeboy
and
the
O'Neill
Mor
back
when
,
Miss
Meggie
darlin
'
.
"
Meggie
gave
up
the
battle
;
Minnie
had
long
since
lost
any
militant
Fenian
tendencies
she
might
once
have
possessed
,
and
could
pronounce
the
word
"
Orange
"
without
having
a
stroke
.
About
a
week
later
she
ran
into
Luke
O'Neill
again
,
down
by
the
creek
.
She
suspected
he
had
lain
in
wait
for
her
,
but
she
did
n't
know
what
to
do
about
it
if
he
had
.
"
Good
afternoon
,
Meghann
.
"
"
Good
afternoon
,
"
said
she
,
looking
straight
between
the
chestnut
mare
's
ears
.
"
There
's
a
woolshed
ball
at
Braich
y
Pwll
next
Saturday
night
.
Will
you
come
with
me
?
"
"
Thank
you
for
asking
me
,
but
I
ca
n't
dance
.
There
would
n't
be
any
point
.
"
"
I
'll
teach
you
how
to
dance
in
two
flicks
of
a
dead
lamb
's
tail
,
so
that
's
no
obstacle
.
Since
I
'll
taking
the
squatter
's
sister
,
do
you
think
Bob
might
let
me
borrow
the
old
Rolls
,
if
not
the
new
one
?
"
