Mag

(1993 July, Rueping memoirs)
My father never looked at another woman all those years [when Minnie was sick], but at night he would go to Taychedah and have a beer and talk with pals.  There was an old man who used to say to a spinster passing the saloon on her way home, "I know ya, Mag.  With you little red petticoat.  I knew ya Mag, years ago - I knew ya."  And she would hurry past as fast as she could walk.  And the men would all laugh, of course, at the window or outside.