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"And I suppose you can make new things if you have direction." "Well I'm pretty good at workin' out a resate, too. But then, I ain't anyways partic'ler 'bout hirin' out, as I said afore." Faith judged rightly that this was a salvo put in for pride. The Yankee girl would not appear anxious for a servile situation.

God prosper yez, at all events, and grant you success in your endeavors, an' that's the worst I wish you! There now, Masther John's in the office, ready an' willin' to give sich o' yez a resate in full as will desarve it."

Rosha, put your cloak about you, and let us go down to the agint, or clerk, or whatsomever he is sure, that makes no maxin anyhow; I suppose he has power to give a resate. Jemmy, go to bed again, you're pale, poor bouchal; and, childhre, ye crathurs ye, the cows won't be taken from ye this bout. Come, in the name of God, let us go, and see-everything rightified at once hut, tut come."

I regret to record that I shook my head gravely, and observed: "You've had him a long time, Mr. M'Nab?" "Divil a long. A got him in a swap, as it might be this time yistherday. There's the resate. An' here's the resate the man got when he bought him out o' Hillston poun'. Ye can't go beyant a poun' resate." "Why do you want to get rid of the horse, Mr. M'Nab?"

There's the cows for you; an keen may the curse o' the widow an' orphans light upon you, and upon them that sent you, from first to last! an' that's the best we wish you!" "Frank," said Owen to the bailiff, "is there any one in the town below that will take the rint, an' give a resate for it?

"But I couldn't sabe de goose from bein' sp'ilt. Dat was beyon' my powah. An' it happen disher way: "De yaller gal git de goose all stuffed an' fixed propah, fo' she done use my mammy's resate fo' stuffin'. But de no-'count critter set it right down in de roastin' pan on de flo' by de po'ch door. Eroun' come snuffin' a lean houn' dawg, one ob de re'l ol' 'nebber-git enuff' breed.

"It don't seem jestly right to me, but then he's got the resate, an' your mother signed it an' there 'tis!" "An' you won't do anything?" cried Amanda, passionately, turning back to the stranger. "You mean to keep them things?" He was honestly sorry for her, as the business man for the sentimentalist, but he had made a good bargain, and he held it sacred.