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Haad you haave " &c., &c. Then I sharply spoke a few words of English simple in themselves, but well understood by nearly every native of the South Seas.
"Listen, dear, ye've put yer han' t' th' plow; ye must niver, niver take it away. All through life ye'll haave thim plow handles in yer han's an' ye'll be goin' down th' furrow. Ye'll crack a stone here and there, th' plow'll stick often an' things'll be out of gear, but yer in th' furrow all the time.
"Yes, what of them?" "Did ye iver think ye cud git used t' aanything if ye wor forced t' haave nothin' else fur a while?" "What's the point, Willie?" "Sit down here awhile an' I'll tell ye." We sat down on the bank of the roadside. He took out his pipe, steel and flint, filled his pipe and talked as he filled.
The gust of cold winter wind made us shiver again and we drew up closer to the dying fire so small now as to be seen with difficulty. "Be th' seven crosses ov Arbow, Jamie," he said, "I'm glad yer awake, me bhoy, if ye hadn't I'd haave pulled ye out be th' tail ov yer shirt!" "I was jist within an ace ov goin' over an' pullin' ye out be th' heels myself."
"Well, t' haave yer bowels think yer throat's cut isn't sauncy!" he said. The fire was low and the kettle cold. "Here, Johnny," Withero said, "jist run over t' Farren's for a ha'p'orth ov turf an' we'll haave a cup o' tay fur these folks who're workin' overtime palaverin' about th' dead! Moses alive, wan corpse is enough fur a week or two don't kill us all entirely!"
"If ye stand there affrontin' our poor oul delf all night we won't haave aany tea at all!" Mary said. The humor had gone from my face and speech from my tongue. I felt as one feels when he looks for the last time upon the face of his best friend. Mary laughed when I laid the old cup on a comparatively new saucer at my place.
"Aye, bless ye, I'll blirt no more; go on!" "Wee Henry is over there in his shroud, isn't he?" "Aye, God rest his soul." "He'll rest Henry's, 'Liza, but He'll haave the divil's own job wi' yours if ye don't help 'im." "Och, aye, thin I'll be at pace." "As I was sayin', Henry's body is jist as it was yesterday, han's, legs, heart an' head, aren't they?" "Aye, 'cept cold an' stiff."
"Ye can haave whativer benefit ov th' doubt there is, Jamie, but jist th' same any oul throllop can be a father, but by G it takes a rale wuman t' be th' mother ov a rale maan! Put that in yer pipe an' smoke it." "He seems t' think," said Jamie, appealing to me, "that only quality can projuce fine childther!"
"Much good may it do ye," she said. "Thank ye kindly, 'Liza, sit down an' haave a bowl of broth!" It was baled out and Eliza sat down on the floor near the window. McGrath, the rag man, "dhrapped in." "Much good may it do ye!" he said. "Thank ye kindly, Tom," Anna said, "ye'll surely have a bowl ov broth." "Jist wan spoonful," McGrath said.
"If ye cud jist spare us a ha'p'orth ov milk to keep th' life in th' chile fur th' night?" he pleaded. "It wudn't be a thimbleful if I had it, Jamie, but I haven't we haave childther ov our own, ye know, an' life is life!" "Aye, aye," he said, "I know, I know," and shuffled out again. Back to the house he went. He lifted the latch gently and tiptoed in. Anna was rocking the child to sleep.
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