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"'Tell 'im whin he comes, says she, 'that I put th' handles ov a plow in his han's an' he's t' let go ov thim only in death. "'I'll tell 'm, says I, 'but it's yerself that'll be here whin he comes, says I. She smiled like an' says she, 'What ye don't know, Jamie, wud make a pretty big library. 'Aye, says I, 'I haaven't aany doubt ov that, Anna." "There was a loud knock at the door."
"Luk here," Jamie said, "I want t' laugh too. Now what th' is't yer gigglin' at?" I explained. He smiled and said: "Jazus, bhoy, that reminds me ov Anna, she cud say more funny things than aany wan I iver know'd." "And that reminds me," I said, "that the word you have just misused she always pronounced with a caress!" "Aye, I know rightly, but ye know I mane no harm, don't ye?"
"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.
"Did th' sting bad, me baughal?" "Ded no, not aany," I said. "Did ye squeeze thim tight?" "I put m' Dah's socks on m' han's." "Aye, that's a good thrick." Anna had a mouth that looked like a torn pocket. She could pucker it into the queerest shapes. She smacked her thin blue lips, puckered her mouth a number of times while Anna emptied and refilled the can.
By the time he pulled himself together again the cows were galloping to the other end of the pasture. "God!" he muttered as he mopped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, "if ye've got aany pity or kindly feelin' giv me a sup ov that milk fur m' chile! Come on!" His legs trembled so that he could scarcely stand. Again he approached. The cows eyed him with sullen concern.
"I know, but you remember when she used that word every letter in it was dressed in its best Sunday clothes, wasn't it?" "Och, aye, an' I'd thravel twinty miles jist t' hear aany wan say it like Anna!" "Well, I have traveled tens of thousands of miles and I have heard the greatest preachers of the age, but I never heard any one pronounce it so beautifully!"
When Antrim opened its first flower show I was a boy of all work at old Mrs. Chaine's. The gardener was pleased with my work and gave me a hothouse plant to put in competition. I carried it home proudly and laid it down beside her in the chimney-corner. "The gerd'ner says it'll bate th' brains out on aany geranium in the show!" I said.
"Poor craither," Anna said; "I wondther if she's got aanything besides broth?" Nobody knew. Anna thought she knew a way to find out. "Haave ye aany marbles, dear?" she asked me. "Aye, a wheen." "Wud ye give a wheen to me?" "Aye, are ye goin' t' shoot awhile? If ye are I'll give ye half an' shoot ye fur thim!" I said. "No, I jist want t' borra some." I handed out a handful of marbles.
"She didn't suffer aany at all," he said, "she jist withered like th' laves on th' threes." "She jist hankered t' go," Mary added. "Wan night whin Mary was asleep," Jamie continued, "she read over again yer letther th' wan where ye wor spakin' so much about fishin'."
"Ye'll haave t' be calm, dear, before He'd come t' ye in aany way." "Aye, but I'm at pace now, Anna, amn't I?" "Well, now, get out here an' get down on th' floor on yer bare knees and haave a talk wi' 'im." Eliza obeyed implicitly. Anna knelt beside her. "I don't know what t' say." "Say afther me," and Anna told of an empty home and a sore heart. When she paused, Eliza groaned.
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