So wat's yer name, kid?	Sally Madonna O'Farrell.
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	Pitcher calls me Heart. *blushes* I dinna think I should say why.
Where you from, anyways?	Ireland.
Whadd'a yah look like?	I'm not so tall, five foot four, I should think. I've light brown hair that I wear down, and hazel eyes.
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	My accent, I should think. The girls tease me about it. And my eyebrows. They're narrow, but very, very dark.
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat would fall out?	Are ye planning to pickpocket me, then? I've four pence and a wilted shamrock wrapped in a handkerchief that Pitcher gave me.
How'd you find 'da place?	*laughs* I came off the ferry from Ellis Island an' met some boys in Manhattan. I've passed around sae many times since then, I'm still dizzy!  Tha last place they sent me before here was tha Bronx an' there I met Pitcher.
You drink, smoke, gamble...	The nearest I come ta alcohol is the communion wine. I dinna smoke, but I dinna lecture those that do. An' who doesna gamble from time ta time?
Related tah any'bady we'd know?	Nah! None of my family's living now.
Who's yah best friend?	Felony's a dear girl, but dinna tell her I said so. She'll hit me!  *laughs, then more quietly* An' Pitcher, but he's a bit more than a friend.
Got any woyds tah live by?	Dinna be quick ta name a body - not even yourself. People are too hard to pin down.