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."