"Ahhhh, Sean," said Micheal McStain, "how'd ye be comin' by that
glorious black eye, me lad?"
Sean O'Malley shook his head and replied, "'Tis the damndest thing. I
was over at Molly's house, dancin' with the lovely lass, when her father
walked in."
"An' old Master Callahan is thinkin' that dancin' is an evil thing,
cured by a black eye, is that it?"
"Na, na, Micheal. The old man's deaf, an' couldn't hear th' music."