CHAPTER VI 

 CASES AND RACES 



I OFTEN wish that I had seen more of 

 the Courts of Law. Not as a litigant — I 

 had quite enough of that in my one breath 

 of warranty case. 



There was a case in Kerry before a well-known 

 judge, now dead, and a very elderly woman giving 

 evidence. 



She was, she said, a witness to some event in the 

 markets, where other people said they never went. 

 The judge tried mildly to find out why she was 

 there on that particular day. 



" Why were you down there, ma'am ? " he 

 asked. 



" An' why not I go down there ? " returned 

 the witness shrilly. 



" But why were you down there ? " again. 



" An' why not I go down there ? " still more 

 shrilly. 



" But," this roared out so that Her Majesty's 

 judge should have an answer, " what took you 

 down there. Answer." 



" Th' ass," piped the old lady happily, as the 



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