Volume 1, No. 1

Pennington's Dance / Russell... 2

"The ole devil." The women would say to themselves and each other. "Just trying to keep us buying from 'im, 'e is. Couldn't trust 'im. Just couldn't trust one like that with one eye looking at ya and one eye looking for ya."
Mr. Pennington had been married of course for that was what kept him decent. "Sure Nora, if it wasn't for that wife of 'is, he'd be after you sure as you're sittin' there." Nora's friend, Julia O'Keefe would say. "The old devil fancies you, and there's no denyin' it." Nora Flemming's response to her old friend's comments was always the same; "Ah will ya stop Julia. Will ya stop? I'll not be having a man around me again. Me husband, God rest his soul, was enough for a lifetime. Now drink your tea and go home. I've to go round to the shops before lunch."
While Julia O'Keefe was considered Nora Flemming's best friend, it was a caustic friendship. "That old busybody." Nora would say of Julia O'Keefe. "A snob.