14 GARRYOWEN 



Moriarty unwisped the reins from the saddle of 

 the harness and placed them in the small hands of 

 his mistress, who, as an afterthought, had unlatched 

 the Tar a brooch and slipped off the cloak. 



" Arrah, what have yiz been afther? " said 

 Moriarty, looking back at the strewn garments as 

 though he had only just discovered what the child 

 had been doing. " Glory be to God, if you haven't 

 left the half of yourseK behint you on the road — 

 sure what way is that to be behavin'. Now look 

 here, and I'll tell you for onct and for good, if you 

 let another stitch off you, back yiz'll go, dunkey 

 and all, and it's Mrs Driscoll will give you the 

 dhressin' — musha ! but you're more thrubble than 

 all me money — let up wid thim reins and donH he 

 jibhin' the dunkey' s mouth I " 



The last sentence was given in a shout as he ran 

 to the donkey's head just in time to avert disaster. 



Moriarty sometimes spoke to Miss French as 

 though she were a dog, sometimes as though she 

 were a horse, sometimes as though she were his 

 young mistress. Never disrespectfully. It is only 

 an Irish servant that can talk to a superior like 

 this and in so many ways. 



" I'm not jibbing his mouth," rephed Miss 

 French. "Think I can't drive! You can hold 

 on to the reins if you like, though, and, see here, 

 you can smoke if you want to." 



" It's not you I'd be axin' if I wanted to," re- 

 phed Moriarty, halting the donkey on a part of 

 the path that was fairly level, so as to get a Hght 



