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"Oh, is it all this?" exclaimed the sly girl; "faix, it 'ill make me hearty if I dhrink so much bedeed it will. Well, misthress, your health, an' a speedy uprise to you an' the same to the masther, not forgettin' the sthranger long life an' good health to him."
"Husth, arogorah!" exclaimed the mid-wife; "stop, I say the tree afore the fruit, all the world over; don't you know, an' bad win to you, that if the sthranger was to go to-morrow, as good might come afther him, while the paarent stocks are to the fore. The mother an' father first, acushla, an' thin the sthranger." "Many thanks to you, Mrs.
Howsomever ha, ha, ha Father Soolaghan was one day ridin' past upon his horse, an' seein' the crathur lyin' undher the shed, on a whisp o' straw, he pulls bridle, an' puts the spake on the poor sthranger. So, begad, it came out, that the neighbors were very kind to him, an' used to hand over whatsomever they thought best for him from the back o' the ditch, as well as they could.
I'd thank you, sir, to keep what I tould you to yourself, for even if it was known in this neighborhood that I ped them, I wouldn't be safe." "You don't know Hourigan, then?" "How could I, sir, and me a sthranger?" "Faith, and whether you do or not, it seems to me there's a strong family likeness between you and him." "Maybe so," the fellow replied, with a grin.
That's a good, boy, thank you, an' God bless an' prosper you! I'm sure you were always biddable." "Now childre," said the farmer, addressing his sons and daughters, "never see the sthranger widout a friend, nor wantin' a bed or a dinner, when you grow up to be men an' women.
"In God's name, what ails my child? O Mave, Mave, my darlin', what's come over you? Blessed mother of marcy, what blood is this? Achora, machree, Mave, spake to! me to the mother that 'ud go distracted, an' that will, too, if anything's wrong wid you. It was cruel in you, Jerry, to spake to; her so harsh as you did, an' to take her to task before a sthranger in such a cuttin' manner.
Miss Feemy, there's a sthranger gintleman a rapping at the big knocker, and I think it's the fat lawyer from Carrick; what'll I do thin, Miss?" "Why, you fool!" whispered Feemy through one of the broken panes of glass, "go and ask him who he wants, and tell him Thady an't at home."
"Owen, avick! an' the blessin' of the fatherless be upon you, sure, an' many a one o' them you have, any how, Owen!" "Well, Rosha well?" "Och, och, Owen, it's low days wid me to be depindin' upon the sthranger? little thim that reared me ever thought it 'ud come to this.
"A perfect sthranger to me. Be quick now." She heard her father's footsteps go into the little sitting-room and then the hum of voices. Without any apparent reason she suddenly felt a tenseness and nervousness. She walked out of her room and paused a moment outside the closed door of the sitting-room and listened. Her father was talking. She opened the door and walked in.
"Now tell me what happened on Thursday the poisoning, or drugging, you know?" "Well, sor, I was walking out, an' toward the evenin' I lost mesilf. Up comes a man, seemin'ly a sthranger, and shmacks me on the showldher. 'Why, Mick! sez he; 'it's Mick Leamy, I du b'lieve! "'I am that, sez I, 'but you I do not know. "'Not know me? sez he.
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