178 THE GARDEN, YOU, AND I 



given Kathy by her aunt fer her fortin could not be took), 

 six years ago Patrick's tide, sor, and hadn't she married 

 Mulqueen that same week, sor (he bein' gardener a long 

 time to his Riverence over in England, sor, and meetin' 

 Kathy only at his mother's wakin'), I'd maybe been 

 lodged in a barn meself, sor ! Sure, hev ye the cow 

 below ud let me down a drap o' milk?" 



Then did Bart laugh long and heartily, for this new 

 point of view in regard to our doings amused him im- 

 mensely. Of all the local motives attributed to our 

 garden vacation, none had been quite so naive and 

 unexpected as this ! 



"But we haven't been evicted," said Bart, uncon- 

 sciously beginning to apologize to an unknown straggler. 

 "I own this place and my home is yonder; we are 

 camping here for our health and pleasure. Come, 

 it's time you gave an account of yourself, as you are tres- 

 passing." That the situation suddenly began to annoy 

 Bart was plain. 



Ignoring the tail of the speech, Larry saluted anew : 

 "Sure, sor, I knew ye at first fer gintleman and leddy, 

 which this same last proves ; a rale gintleman and his 

 leddy can cut about doin' the loikes of which poor folks 

 ud be damned fer ! I mind well how Lord Kilmartin 's 

 youngest she wid the wild red hair an' eyes that wud 



