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be busy a week since, but me naybur is himself 

 using the scythe. Faix, it's buying one I'll be 

 anyhow, and then I'll be disappinting the spalpeen 

 that lint it to me and small blame to me either ! " 



A noise of children driving pigs caused us to 

 turn round to see a game of cross-purposes in the 

 potato patch, out of which the grunters, after 

 much huishing, are driven, only to be lost again 

 among the big cabbages of the next plot. It 

 dawned on Pat that reinforcements were needed 

 if the animals were to be housed, so he whistled 

 his dog, which, coming and seeing the seriousness 

 of affairs, made his best noise. I joined the 

 beaters and, as everybody was huishing, I said 

 " Huish ! " to the curly tails as they bobbed up 

 here and there above the greens. I suppose there 

 was not enough go in my " Huish ! " for, instead 

 of going, the pigs came, my way ; down the very 

 trench, indeed, in which I stood. It was Mr. Tim 

 Sarly himself that laughed more loudly than the 

 boys ; yet, when I got up, every one looked quite 

 serious, seemed sorry and said they were. 



We, I say "we" with little pride, got them 

 into the sty at last and the biggest of the little 

 Sarlys held the gap and cried, " Arrah, be aisy, 

 where's the door at all ? " This was fished out 

 from one of the miniature loughs of liquid manure, 

 and placed against the opening. It was put wrong 

 side out so that the ledges should be a support for 

 the wooden prop that was to hold it in its place 



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