"
"Faix, an' you're right, maybe; but if it's strivin' again me you are,
you may give it over: I tell you, I'll have more money made afore this
time twelvemonth than you will."
"Arrah, is it jokin' you are? More money? Would you advise me to take
Harry's land? Tell me that first, you phanix, an' thin I'm your man!"
"Faix, take your own coorse, avourneen. If you get a lase of it at a
fair rint, I'll buy another horse, any how. Isn't that doin' the thing
dacent'?"
"More power to you, Ellish! I'll hold you a crown, I pay you the price
o' the horse afore this time twelvemonth."
"Done! The sarra be off me but done!--an' here's Barny Dillon an' Katty
Hacket to bear witness."
"Sure enough we will," said Barny, the servant.
"I'll back the misthress any money," replied the maid.
"Two to one on the masther," said the man. "Whoo! our side o' the house
for ever! Come, Pether, hould up your head, there's money bid for you!"
"Ellish, I'll fight for you ankle deep," said Katty--"depind your life
an me."
"In the name o' goodness, thin, it's a bargain," said Ellish; "an' at
the end o' the year, if we're spared, we'll see what we'll see. We'll
have among ourselves a little sup o' tay, plase goodness, an' we'll be
comfortable. Now, Barny, go an' draw home thim phaties from the pits
while the day's fine; and Katty, a colleen, bring in some wather, till
we get the pig killed and scalded--it'll hardly have time to be good
bacon for the big markets at Christmas.
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