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"Pether," said she, "it's like a dhrame to me that you're neglectin' your business, alanna." "Is it you, beauty? but, maybe, you'd first point out to me what business, barrin' buttherin' up yourself, I have to mind, you phanix bright?" "Quit yourself, Pether! it's time for you to give up your ould ways; you caught one bird wid them, an' that's enough. What do you intind to do!
We must enter it it undher the head of let me see! it must go in the spirit account, undher the head of Profit an' Loss, Your good health, Mr. Connell! Nancy, I dhrink ta your improvement in imperturbability! Yes, it must be enthered undher the" "Faix, undher the rose, I think," observed Pether; "don't you know the smack, of it?
"Ay, will I, in case you do what I say; but if you don't the sarra stitch of it 'll go to your back this twelvemonth, maybe, if you vex me. Now!" "Well, I'll tell you what: my mind's made up I will take the land; an' I'll show the neighbors what Pether Connell can do yit." "Augh! augh! mavoumeen, that you wor!
Inquiries pushed by me, Taltavull, through the agents of my brotherhood in the neighbourhood of Du Toit's Pan, have elicited the following communication: "Pether, more generally known as Conkleton, was a regular Jew Kopjewalloper from Petticoat Lane. He had abundance of money, and was the pest of the diamond fields.
"No, avourneen, no, I won't say what I was goin' to mintion. I won't indeed, Ellish, dear; an' forgive me for woundin' your feelin's alanna dhas. I dunna what put her into my head at all; but I thought you wor jokin' me about my eyes: an' sure if you war, acushla, that's no rason that I'd not allow you to do that an' more wid your own Pether.
"I didn't intind to tell you, but I had it laid out for you." "Faith, you're a beauty, Ellish. What'll we call this young chap that's comin', acushla?" "Now, Pether, none o' your capers. It's time enough when the thing happens to be thinkin' o' that, Glory be to God!" "Well, you may talk as you plase, but I'll call him Pether." "An' how do you know but he'll be a girl, you omadhawn?"
I only asked for the kettle, Mr. Cudmore." "The devil a more," said Cud, with a sneer. "Well, then, of course" "Well, then, I'll tell you, of course," said he, repeating her words; "the sorrow taste of the kettle, I'll give you. Call you own skip Blue Pether there damn me, if I'll be your skip any longer."
I assure you that nothing but stress of circumstances could have driven us into such dubious society. Well, the fun's all over now, and I hope you and Mr. Pether bear no ill-will. I'm sure Cospatric and I harbour no grudge." Mrs.
The raider, as we had already faintly surmised, was none other than the man with the spectacles in the Genovese caffè. His name was Pether N. Congleton Pether; he was of Jewish extraction, and he was stone-blind. He had been much in Africa, and it was in the southern part of that continent that an accident deprived him of his sight.
Now this divides itself into what is called Hydrostatics an' Metaphuysics, and must be proved logically in the following manner: "First, we suppose him not to have the money there I may be wrong or I may be right; now for the illustration and the logic. "Pether Donovan." "Here, your Reverence." "Now, Pether, if I suppose you to have no money, am I right, or am I wrong?"
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