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'Wult have thee own wai, I reckon, said Betty, being cross with sleepiness, for she had washed up everything; 'slape in hog-pound, if thee laikes, Jan. Then I saw, as sure as ever I was standing there in the shadow of the stable, I saw a short wide figure glide across the foot of the courtyard, between me and the six-barred gate.
"It would be well av it worn't Stiff, for ye've no reason to be proud o't," observed Larry O'Dowd, with a grin; "don't spake so loud, man, but shut up yer potatie trap and go to roost. Ye'll need it all if ye wouldn't like to fall behind to-morrow. There now, don't reply; ye've no call to make me yer father confessor, and apologise for boastin'; good night, an' go to slape!"
Although the night was far spent, Pat still longed for a "wink o' slape" before going to his work, and, in order to enjoy it, knew that he must obtain the means of allaying the storm, which was not merely brewing, but which, from the lateness of the hour, had long been brewed.
"An' it wud do ye more good than a month's masses to see him take the hair aff the tin horns, the divil fly away wid thim! An' luk at the 'rid lights' " "'Red lights'?" interrupted Ben. "Now ye're talkin'. Who cleared up the 'rid lights' at Bull Crossin'." "Who did, thin?" "Who? The Reverend Richard Boyle is the man." "Aw, run in an' shut the dure! Ye're walkin' in yer slape." "Mr.
"He's awake, thin," said the woman. 'I've just come down from sitting wid him the last hour, tilling him fine shtories of ould County Tyrone. 'Tis a greedy gossoon, it is, yer riverence, for me shtories." "Small the doubt," said Father Rogan. "There's no rocking would put him to slape the quicker, I'm thinking."
"Sure, it's tin minutes afther foive in the marnin'. These beds are altogidther too foine, Captain." "How's that, Flix?" asked Scott, as he opened the netting and leaped out of bed. "They're too comfor-ta-ble, bad 'cess to 'em, and a b'y cud slape till sundown in 'em till the broke o' noight." "Dry up, Flix, or else speak English," called Louis, as he left his bed.
"Something it would be better to say in the daylight, Peg." "Sure, why the daylight? Look at the moon so high in the heavens." "Wait until to-morrow." "I'll not slape a wink thinkin' of all the wondherful things that happened this night. Tell me Jerry yer mother and yer sisters they weren't ashamed o' me, were they?" "Why of course not. They were charmed with you." "Were they? Ralely?"
Sorrow wan o' me iver gits to slape, but I'm turned up immadiately to go an' poke away at that rock faix, it's well named the Bell Rock, for it makes me like to bellow me lungs out wid vexation." "That pun is below contempt," said Joe Dumsby, who came up at the moment. "That's yer sort, laddies; ye're guid at ringing the changes on that head onyway," cried Watt.
"And the more things you get used to in this world the better for you. I belave it's quite something loike to be able to sleep with engines tootin' and blowin' off steam, and bells a-ringin', and cars a-bumpin'. Even a baby can slape where 'tis quiet, you know." Breakfast had been over an hour. "Now, Pat," said his mother, "that's not the way to make beds.
"It's bedtime," said he; "and I'm going to tether Em'leen, for fear she'd be walkin' in her slape, and wandherin' away an' bein' lost in the woods." "I don't want to be tethered," said Emmeline. "It's for your own good I'm doin' it," replied Mr Button, fixing the string round her waist. "Now come 'long."
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