‘Now a man cud take that two ways.  I tuk ut as pleased me best an’ my first kiss wid ut.  Mother av Innocence! but I kissed her on the tip av the nose an’ undher the eye; an’ a girl that let’s a kiss come tumble-ways like that has never been kissed before.  Take note av that, sorr.  Thin we wint hand in hand to ould Mother Shadd like two little childher, an’ she said ‘twas no bad thing, an’ ould Shadd nodded behind his pipe, an’ Dinah ran away to her own room.  That day I throd on rollin’ clouds.  All earth was too small to hould me.  Begad, I cud ha’ hiked the sun out av the sky for a live coal to my pipe, so magnificent I was.  But I tuk recruities at squad-drill instid, an’ began wid general battalion advance whin I shud ha’ been balance-steppin’ them.  Eyah! that day! that day!’

A very long pause.  ‘Well?’ said I.

‘’Twas all wrong,’ said Mulvaney, with an enormous sigh.  ‘An’ I know that ev’ry bit av ut was my own foolishness.  That night I tuk maybe the half av three pints—­not enough to turn the hair of a man in his natural senses.  But I was more than half drunk wid pure joy, an’ that canteen beer was so much whisky to me.  I can’t tell how it came about, but bekaze I had no thought for anywan except Dinah, bekaze I hadn’t slipped her little white arms from my neck five minuts, bekaze the breath of her kiss was not gone from my mouth, I must go through the married lines on my way to quarters an’ I must stay talkin’ to a red-headed Mullingar heifer av a girl, Judy Sheehy, that was daughter to Mother Sheehy, the wife of Nick Sheehy, the canteen-sergint—­the Black Curse av Shielygh be on the whole brood that are above groun’ this day!

“‘An’ what are ye houldin’ your head that high for, corp’ril?” sez Judy.  “Come in an’ thry a cup av tay,” she sez, standin’ in the doorway.  Bein’ an ontrustable fool, an’ thinkin’ av anything but tay, I wint.

‘"Mother’s at canteen,” sez Judy, smoothin’ the hair av hers that was like red snakes, an’ lookin’ at me cornerways out av her green cats’ eyes.  “Ye will not mind, corp’ril?”

‘"I can endure,” sez I; ould Mother Sheehy bein’ no divarsion av mine, nor her daughter too.  Judy fetched the tea things an’ put thim on the table, leanin’ over me very close to get thim square.  I dhrew back, thinkin’ av Dinah.

’"Is ut afraid you are av a girl alone?” sez Judy.

’"No,” sez I.  “Why should I be?”

‘"That rests wid the girl,” sez Judy, dhrawin’ her chair next to mine.

‘"Thin there let ut rest,” sez I; an’ thinkin’ I’d been a trifle onpolite, I sez, “The tay’s not quite sweet enough for my taste.  Put your little finger in the cup, Judy.  ’Twill make ut necthar.”

’"What’s necthar?” sez she.

“‘Somethin’ very sweet,” sez I; an’ for the sinful life av me I cud not help lookin’ at her out av the corner av my eye, as I was used to look at a woman.

’"Go on wid ye, corp’ril,” sez she.  “You’re a flirrt.”