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bullets in it. She'll be apt to get a fright now." 

 He laid down the boots thoughtfully. 



" Would ye say now it was old nurse or herself 

 that is dead ? " he asked. " They are both 

 bawlin' strongly." 



Everyone else rushed to the fortunately blood- 

 less scene, where Anne the housemaid was scream- 

 ing as maiden never screamed before, and old 

 nurse having recovered her courage and also 

 found her temper was thundering vengeance at 

 the door. 



Peter went to America, Ireland was too small 

 for him, and I beheve he made a fortune. 



He actually once got on a bough to saw it off 

 sitting on the outside beyond the place he was 

 cutting it and was raked down just as he had a 

 " gran cut med," as he said regretfully. 



Following Peter came the English trainer who 

 taught me to ride. He was a little mad I should 

 think but full of quaint expressions. 



' A round of beef on a wren ' he called a certain 

 stout lady who hunted on a Ught-weight bay. 

 And * a wren on a round of beef ' his expression for 

 me on the big horses. 



The old coachman who taught my brothers to 

 ride possessed a great contempt for military horse- 

 manship. 



I remember shrieks of laughter one day when he 

 grunted out — 



" Sit still, Masther Frank, sit still. Don't be 



