"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."