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"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.

"Yes, what of them?" "Did ye iver think ye cud git used t' aanything if ye wor forced t' haave nothin' else fur a while?" "What's the point, Willie?" "Sit down here awhile an' I'll tell ye." We sat down on the bank of the roadside. He took out his pipe, steel and flint, filled his pipe and talked as he filled.

My father took his pipe out of his mouth and looked inquisitively at Billy. "M' head's spinnin' 'round like a peerie!" he exclaimed. "Whin did ye ate aanything?" asked the sweep. "Yestherday." "Aye, well, it's th' mate ye haaven't in yer bowels that's makin' ye feel quare." "What's th' matther wi th' invintor?" Anna asked. Billy had removed his pipe and was staring vacantly into space.

"The light's gone out o' m' home an' darkness fills m' heart, Anna, an' it's the sun that'll shine for m' no more! Ochone, ochone!" "'Liza dear, I've been where ye are now, too often not t' know that aanything that aanybody says is jist like spittin' at a burnin' house t' put it out. Yer boy's gone we can't bring 'im back.

Ye didn't expect aanything an' ye got jist what ye expected. Ah, wuman, God isn't a printed book t' be carried aroun' b' a man in fine clothes, nor a gold cross t' be danglin' at the watch chain ov a priest." "What is he, Anna, yer wiser nor me; tell a poor craither in throuble, do!" "If ye'll lie very quiet, 'Liza jist cross yer hands and listen if ye do, I'll thry!"

"Well, dear knows if there's aanything this oul world needs more than another it's an undisputed text. Couldn't ye find us wan, Misther Johnson?" "All texts are disputed," he said, "but there are texts not in dispute." "I think I could name wan at laste, Mister Johnson." "Maybe." "'Deed no, not maybe at all, but sure-be. Jamie dear, get m' th' Bible if ye plaze."

"Aye, aanything in th' world." "Ye won't glunch nor ask questions?" "Not a question." "Shut yer eyes an' stan' close t' th' table." I obeyed. She put into each hand a smooth stick with which Jamie had smoothed the soles of shoes. "Jist for th' now these are the handles of a plow. Keep yer eyes shut tight. Ye've seen a maan plowin' a field?" "Aye." "Think that ye see a long, long field.