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"I don't want to wake up," declared Liz. "I never got so much money since I was turned adrift when my a'nt died. Don't you wake up, neither, and forgit to pay me!" "I promise not to do that," laughed Laura. "Then you'll come with us?" "If I don't break an arm," declared Lizzie Bean, with emphasis. They told her how to meet them at the dock, and the hour they expected to start.

"I could have ripped 'em up, every one of 'em. My wife is in bed with her wits a-wandering, and there a'nt a lump of coal, nor a crumb of bread, nor a farthing in the house." "Hush, my friend, cursing is of no use." "Ah! it's all very well to talk; you've got money maybe." "Not much. I too have no work, no lodging, and I'm driven away from home. Here's half of what's left."

Maggie Nolan's eyes met hers in wrathful protest as she helped herself. "Did ye ever see sich a girl as Ju?" she whispered. "A regular grab-all. Of course if me a'nt goes favourin' her, the poor fellow 'ull have to take her. But I pity him, aye do I." "Sure maybe he won't," whispered Elleney back, consolingly.

"Pah botheration there are pelicans then; but you know it is not an Upas tree, you know it is all a chimera, and, like the air drawn dagger of Macbeth, 'that there is no such thing. Now, that is a good burst, Gelid, my lad, a'nt it?" said Bang, as he drew a long breath, and again launched forth.

Mother, and Madeline, and I, we shall be poor enough, but you will have absolutely nothing. 'Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof, said Bertie. 'Will you take my advice? said the sister. 'Cela depend, said the brother. 'Will you marry a wife with money? 'At any rate, said he, 'I won't marry one without; wives with money a'nt so easy to get now-a-days; the parsons pick them all up.

"I'm very thankful to ye, Pat," said Elleney, with a downcast face. "Sure I'm not meanin' to show disrespect," resumed he, quick to note her expression, but mistaking its cause. "It's a powerful big family your a'nt has, first and last, and why wouldn't they ait?

"Mary Brady, if you wish to change the ugly name that's on you this night, will you come here?" and he seized hold of the young woman's arm and dragged her round; "and who's wanting you, Biddy?" as the girl followed close behind her principal. "Shure, Father John, a'nt I to be bridesmaid then?" "You, bridesmaid, and Miss Feemy to the fore! stay where you are. Come, Feemy." "Oh!

But thar's still a lot o' folk who a'nt altered a bit sence the war. You city people call us slow-movin' up hyeh, an' as long as thar's any o' the ol' spirit abroad thar's a chance o' trouble. If yo' really are goin' in for this census-takin', I'd keep clar o' the mount'ns." "You really would?" queried the boy thoughtfully.

"Who is it that's cursin' an swearin' that way?" she began, but broke off abruptly as she realised the scene within. "Oh, a'nt, me heart's broke entirely!" cried Elleney, running to her, and hiding her face on her ample shoulder.

"Here wec-come sing old A'nt Rhody! See old Hecly paw up dirt. Stuff her pod with rocks and sody, Jee-ro C'ris'mus, how she'll squirt! Rip-te-hoo! And a hip, hip, holler, We'll lick hell for a half a dollar!" The post-office windows rattled and shivered in the sunshine. Horses along the line of march crouched, ducked sideways, and snorted in panic.