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fall upon our heads." She soon recovers her- 

 self from these fits, which are brought to a 

 crisis by the figure of Jack Sullivan with a 

 pipe in his mouth at the corner of the hob 

 paying not the least attention to the explo- 

 sions. " Yerra, woman, why don't ye be aisy ? 

 Shure 'tis little to do ye have after all, an' ye 

 might go farther an' fare worse." Now it was 

 a peculiarity of Molly's, that, no matter how 

 cross she might be, she never failed in having 

 the dinner duly on the table ; and, indeed, she 

 confined her tantrums entirely to rhetorical and 

 sentimental assertions of grievances. I won 

 her heart by a judicious present of snuff. I 

 brought her as much " sneeshin' " as would fill 

 the Mull of Can tyre (whatever that is), and a 

 box for carrying charges of the brown stuff of 

 a solid, if not very expensive, manufacture. 



For the last two days we have been con- 

 fined closely to the Wisp by the weather. 

 The c whish' of the rain has never ceased for a 

 moment, and shooting has been out of the 

 question. We consult the glass (the baro- 

 metrical glass), and we summon Mr. Sullivan, 

 who runs to the back door, gazes mournfully 



