"Just as I said," declared Mrs. Reeves. "Vicky often goes away for days at a time." "Shure she does that. Miss Van Allen is here to-day an' gone to-morrow, but Miss Julie she looks after me wurruk, so she does." "She engages you when you are needed?" I asked. "Yes, sir. They's a tillyphone in me husband's shop, an' if anny wan calls me, he lets me know."

Do ye lave ye'er wurruk an' ye'er families an' rally ar-round me an' where ye see me plug hat wave do ye go in th' other direction, he says, 'an' slay th' brutal inimy, he says.

'I'm jus' as civilized as you, says Snakes. 'I wear pants, he says, 'an' a plug hat, he says. 'Ye might wear tin pair, says I, 'an' all at wanst, I says, 'an' ye'd still be a savage, says I; 'an' I'd be civilized, I says, 'if I hadn't on so much as a bangle bracelet, I says. 'So get out, says I. 'So get out, says I, 'f'r th' pianny movers is outside, r-ready to go to wurruk, I says.

'Don't seem like ye'd been used if hard wurruk. 'But I can do it, I said. He looked at me sternly and beckoned with his head. 'Come along, said he. He took me to a gang of Irishmen working in the street near by. 'Boss McCormick! he shouted. A hearty voice answered, 'Aye, aye, Counsellor, and McCormick came out of the crowd, using his shovel for a staff. 'A happy day if ye! said Fogarty.

'Tis a sthrange thing whin we come to think iv it that th' less money a man gets f'r his wurruk, th' more nicissry it is to th' wurruld that he shud go on wurrukin'. Ye'er boss can go to Paris on a combination wedding an' divoorce thrip an' no wan bothers his head about him. But if ye shud go to Paris excuse me f'r laughin' mesilf black in th' face th' industhrees iv the counthry pines away.

I see be letters in th' pa-apers that servants is insolent, an' that they won't go to wurruk onless they like th' looks iv their employers, an' that they rayfuse to live in th' counthry. Why anny servant shud rayfuse to live in th' counthry is more thin I can see.

"It's the wan thing, sorr," says O'Flynn with solemnity "it's the wan thing on the top o' God's futstool that makes me feel I cud wurruk." "Not in this climate; and you're safe to take cold in the reaction." "Cowld is ut? Faith, ye'll be tellin' us Mr. Schiff got his toes froze wid settin' too clost be the foire."

Th' other lads that dies because they cudden't r-run away, not because they wudden't, they dies on their backs, an' calls f'r th' docthor or th' priest. It depinds where they're shot. "But, annyhow, no wan iv thim lads come back to holler because he was in th' war or to war again th' men that shot him. They wint to wurruk, carryin' th' hod 'r shovellin' cindhers at th' rollin' mills.

An' so he goes an' he's happy th' livelong day if ye don't get in ear-shot iv him. In winter he is employed keepin' th' cattle fr'm sufferin' his own fate an' writin' testymonyals iv dyspepsia cures. 'Tis sthrange I niver heerd a farmer whistle except on Sunday. "No, sir, ye can't tell me that a good deal iv wurruk is good f'r anny man.

"Go wan wi' yer wurruk, ye idlers!" he suddenly commanded the others. And then he explained to me that Mr. Cardigan was not in, neither was Mr. Jackson. In fact, Mr. Cardigan had not been in for a hundred years being dead. But if I wanted to look at goods I could be accommodated with bargains fully five per cent below Lunnon market.