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At this instant, without warning, the outer door flew open. Mrs. Kelcey, her round red face disordered, her breath coming short, stood upon the threshold and spoke pantingly, without regard to the company assembled: "Mr. Brown, sor! The baby's dyin the sthranger child. It was took all of a suddint. Would ye moind comin' to say a bit of a prayer over him?
Many a bottle, plase goodness, we'll have this way yet. Your health, ma'am, an' a speedy recovery to you an' a sudden uprise not forgettin' the masther long life to him!" "What!" said the midwife, "are you forgettin' the sthranger?" Nogher looked her full in the face, and opened his mouth, without saying a word, literally pitched the glass of spirits to the very bottom of his throat.
"Sthrangers, sor sthrangers. 'Tis a sthranger here I am mesilf, an' fwy they do it bates me, onless I do be so like the Prince av Wales or other crowned head they thry to slaughter me. They're layin' for me in the sthreet now, I misdoubt not, and fwat they may thry next I can tell no more than the Lord Mayor. An' the polis won't listen to me!"
O'Halloran was kind enough to proffer his hospitality," I replied, pulling the pack-saddle off Bunyip. "By the way, I'm to tell you that he'll be home presently." "Nat a fear but he'll be home at mail-time. An' a purty house he's got fur till ax a sthranger intil." "Now, Mrs. O'Halloran, it's the loveliest situation I've seen within a hundred miles," I replied, as I set Cleopatra at liberty.
Wan iv thim poked his head out to light his pipe, an' he was Well, well, Timothy, ye are quite a sthranger. Ah, dear oh me, that's too ba-ad, too ba-ad. I'll tell ye what ye do. Ye rub th' hand in half iv a potato, an' say tin pather an' avy's over it ivry day f'r tin days. 'Tis a sure cure. I had wan wanst. Th' kids are thrivin', I dinnaw? That's good.
"Paddy," said the gentleman, anticipating him, "I have ordered you sacks and straw in the barn, and your breakfast in the morning before you set out." "Thrath," said Phil, "if there's e'er a stray blissin' goin', depind an it, sir, you'll get it fwhor your hanerable ginerosity to the sthranger.
I'm willin' enough to sir him, only that it cuts me more than I'll say, to think that I must be callin' the boy that I'd spill the dhrop of my blood for, afther I the manner of a sthranger; and besides," he added, "I'm not clear but the neighbors will be passin' remarks upon us, as they did when you and he used to be arguin'."
O, I see you're a sthranger, sir, an' then there's Cork." "You know Cove, then?" "Is it the Cove o' Cork?" "Yes." "I was bred and born there, and pilots as many ships into Cove as any other two min out of it." Barny thus sheltered his falsehood under the idiom of his language. "But what brought you so far out to sea?" asked the captain.
"It's quite a sthranger you are, these days," said the priest, as soon as they had turned their backs upon the ladies. "Well; yes. We haven't managed to meet since I came back; have we?" "I've been pretty constant at home, too. But you like them cliffs up there, better than the village no doubt."
"I knocked the dhirty face av him, sor, an' can ye blame me? A mane scutt, thryin' for to poison a well-manin' sthranger. I knocked the face av him, an' got away home." "Now the next misfortune?" "Faith, that was av a sort likely to turn out the last of all misfortunes. I wint that day to the Crystial Palace, bein' dishposed for a little sphort, seein' as I was new to London.
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