"'Thin ut's a phwhim, sez she. "'No, sez I. 'Ut's a sinsation. If ut was a phwim, ut'd be youse as would hov' it'; that's what I sez, sevarely loike, sorr, and out I shtarts. It was tin o'clock whin I got here. The noight was dark and blow-in' loike March, rainin' and t'underin' till ye couldn't hear yourself t'ink. "I walked down the walk, sorr, an' barrin' the t'under everyt'ing was quiet.