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One of the boys gets a wig upon himself as before goes out on the flure, places the boys in a row, calls one his man Jack and says to each 'What will you be? One answers 'I'll be black cap; another red cap; and so on.
There was a sore bad lump on me head see ut, sor? an' the whole warl' was shpinnin' roun' rampageous. The things out av me pockuts were lyin' on the flure by me all barrin' the key av me room. So that the demons had been through me posseshins again, bad luck to 'em." "You are quite sure, are you, that everything was there except the key?" Hewitt asked. "Certin, sor?
Are they all as purty as you? she sez, and Jimmy sez, 'Purtier if anything, and she sez, 'I'll be steppin' over to-day to see yer ma, and Jim ran home and told them all, and they all got brushed and combed and actin' good, and in she comes, laving her carriage at the dure, and her in a long pink velvet cape draggin' behind her on the flure, and wide white fer all around it, her silk skirts creakin' like a bag of cabbage and the eyes of her just dancin' out of her head, and she says, 'These are fine purty childer ye have here, Mrs.
"Masther, sir, Thady Bradly stole my cutter that's my cutter, Thady Bradly." "Sir, that's my cutter an' there's three nicks in id." "Thady, is that his cutter?" "There's your cutter for you. Sir, I found it on the flure and didn't know who own'd it." "You know'd very well who own'd it; didn't Dick Martin see you liftin' it off o' my slate, when I was out?"
''Deed I'll hae naething o' the kin'. I'll sleep upo' the flure, or else upo' the door-stane. Man, I'm no clean eneuch efter what I've come throu sin' I drappit frae the window-sill i' the ga'le-room. But jist len' me yer plaid, an' I'll sleep upo' the rug here as gin I war i' Paradees. An' faith, sae I am, Robert. Ye can jist gie me a kick, an' I'll be up afore ye can gie me anither.
When we made our appearance, the flure was instantly cleared for us, and then she and I danced the Humors of Glin. "Well, it's no matter it's all past now, and she lies low; but I may say that it wasn't very often danced in better style since, I'd wager. Lord, bless us, what a drame the world is! The darling of my heart you war, avourneen machree.
"It was a marvel," she said afterwards, "how the scallywag did what she did widout wakenin' her, for there was the mistress sleepin' on the broad of her back, and her two shoes, and her bed-socks scattered over the flure, and the pot of cold crame knocked off the chair at the head of her bed, and the half of it et. It's mesilf will dance for joy whin that little tormint gets took away."
"I can sit nae langer, Mr Mellis," returned Miss Horn. "I hae eneuch to gang upo' as lang 's I hae my ain flure aneth my feet: the wuman has nae business there. I'll jist slip across an' gang in, as quaiet as a sowl intill a boady; but I s' warran' I s' mak a din afore I come oot again!" With a grim diagonal nod she left the room.
Ay, he wad come hame, aften as drunk as man cud be, but hame he cam. Sleep intil the efternune o' the neist day he wad, but never oot o' 's nain bed or if no aye in his ain nakit BED, for I fan' him ance mysel' lyin' snorin' upo' the flure, it was aye intil 's ain room, as I say, an' no in ony strange place drunk or sober.
"When I gaed up the stair wi' a licht, what did I see but my Auntie Leeb's braw lookin'-gless a' to flinders i' the flure? The licht o' the can'le had burned up against it, an' riven't a' to pieces. When I turned roond, here's Sandy stappin' ooten his kilt, an' gaen awa' to pet on his troosers.
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