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That's the schoolmaster, Mr Muldoon, a great scholard entoirely: I hear say that he know as much as the dict ogary, but has a bit sevare on the school childher. I'll tell ye what he done past cathedral week-Well, there's a bit of a gossop called Patsy, belongin' to the Widdy O'k effe an' he was drivi' a couple of his m ther's pigs to the fair, whin he chanced to meet Mr Muldoon. It's at school ye ought to be, ye young aumathaun, learnin' how Ximfun corssed the Rubeycun, an' not drivin' sinsel' ss pigs, says the lare'd man; it's a mericle the hivins doesn't fall down on half of yez," says he starn like. Well, the poor crathur was that cared he kep starm' up at hivin to see was it af to be undher it. "Where are ye lookin' for up there?' "I m a feard av he mericle, sur," says pat-y, he teeth chatterin'. "Sure, it' not by stargazin' ye' lavert it, ye young spalp en; turn round there, an' I'll soon show ye a bit of a mericle." An' sid that he ups with his fut and give the poor gosscon a kick in the southern himisphere that knock'd the sinses out av him en to rely. "Did ye feel that?" "Oh, oh, oh. Be gob I did, sur, be gob I did." "Well, if ye didn't," says his torminter. Grinnin like a monkey wid a nut, "that would be a mericle." |
