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"Well, Chung," he said, as affably as he could, "this is a pleasant change from New York, eh?" "Plutty good," replied Chung, with a vacant stare at the pantry door. "Me likes Noo Lork allee same. Dampeemere kind of flunny, Mister Dawson."
'Thou'll be belated on these fells, if thou doesn't tak' heed, shouted some one. Philip looked abroad to see whence the voice proceeded. An old stiff-legged shepherd, in a smock-frock, was within a couple of hundred yards. Philip did not answer, but staggered and stumbled towards him. 'Good lork! said the man, 'wheere hast ta been? Thou's seen Oud Harry, I think, thou looks so scared.
Well, she thowt she'd be sure to guess that's name afore the month was up. "All right," says she, "I agree." "All right," that says, an' lork! how that twirled that's tail. Well, the next day, har husband, he took her inter the room, an' there was the flax an' the day's vittles. "Now, there's the flax," says he, "an' if that ain't spun up this night, off goo yar hid."
She sat down on a stool in the kitchen, and lork! how she did cry! Howsivir, all on a sudden she hard a sort of a knockin' low down on the door. She upped and oped it, an' what should she see but a small little black thing with a long tail. That looked up at her right kewrious, an' that said: "What are yew a-cryin' for?" "Wha's that to yew?" says she.
'Thou'll be belated on these fells, if thou doesn't tak' heed, shouted some one. Philip looked abroad to see whence the voice proceeded. An old stiff-legged shepherd, in a smock-frock, was within a couple of hundred yards. Philip did not answer, but staggered and stumbled towards him. 'Good lork! said the man, 'wheere hast ta been? Thou's seen Oud Harry, I think, thou looks so scared.
That this peculiarity of Irish barometers has been noted before we are sure, because of this verse written by a native bard: 'When the glass is up to thirty, Be sure the weather will be dirty. When the glass is high, O very! There'll be rain in Cork and Kerry. When the glass is low, O Lork! There'll be rain in Kerry and Cork! I might add:
See her dear Papa indeed! I should like to see her do it! 'Won't she then? asked Polly. 'Lork, Mrs Richards, no, her Pa's a deal too wrapped up in somebody else, and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite, girls are thrown away in this house, Mrs Richards, I assure you.
But she seemed to do it more in the sharp exercise of her official functions, than with any deliberate unkindness. "She'll be quite happy, now that she's come home again," said Polly, nodding to her with a smile, "and will be so pleased to see her dear papa to-night." "Lork, Mrs. Richards!" cried Miss Nipper, taking up her words with a jerk, "Don't! See her dear papa, indeed!
In the second place, his breaking out into grinning exclamations of "Lork you pretties!" was neither Eastern nor respectful. In the third place, when specially instructed to say "Bismillah!" he always said "Hallelujah!"
But she seemed to do it, more in the excessively sharp exercise of her official functions, than with any deliberate unkindness. 'She'll be quite happy, now she has come home again, said Polly, nodding to her with an encouraging smile upon her wholesome face, 'and will be so pleased to see her dear Papa to-night. 'Lork, Mrs Richards! cried Miss Nipper, taking up her words with a jerk. 'Don't.
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