housheen

Updated: July 9, 2025

'I'll bid ye good evening, he says, 'an' I'll be off wid meself up there; an' I'll tell ye what, says he, 'I'll be in no hurry to lave it! he says, winking acrass at the other, 'an' you thry the cabin, he says, lookin' back over his shoulder; 'maybe it'll suit ye betther nor me. Well, the poor Spider ran off as fast as he could, an' when he come to the poor man's housheen, in he walked, widout a bit o' throuble at all, an' sure there was plenty of flies there waitin' for him.

M.E. (Mrs. Francis Blundell) Francis - North, South and over the Sea