290 GARDEN OF A COMMUTER'S WIFE 



knows that of a sprinklin' o' holy water even won't 

 break the power o' crowin' hens, 'tis a mortal sin to 

 touch them. So, says I to meself, 'It's the same 

 as aitin' death'; and though they was biled and 

 dressed wid onions, I come from the feast fastin', 

 but Dalia she ate her fill!" 



