'Well, suppose they christened him twice as much,' says the wife; 'sure, what's that to uz?' 'Don't put in your prate,' says he; 'you ignorant sthrap,' says he. 'You're vulgar, woman--you're vulgar--mighty vulgar; but I'll have nothin' more to say to any dirty snakin' thrade again--divil a more waivin' I'll do.' 'Oh, Thady dear, and what'll the children do then?' 'Let them go play marvels,' says he. 'That would be but poor feedin' for them, Thady.' 'They shan't want for feedin',' says he; 'for it's a rich man I'll be soon, and a great man too.' 'Usha, but I'm glad to hear it, darlin',--though I dunna how it's to be, but I think you had betther go to bed, Thady.' 'Don't talk to me of any bed but the bed o' glory, woman,' says he, lookin' mortial grand. 'Oh! God send we'll all be in glory yet,' says the wife, crassin' herself; 'but go to sleep, Thady, for this present.' 'I'll sleep with the brave yit,' says he. 'Indeed, an' a brave sleep will do you a power o' good, my darlin','says she. 'And it's I that will be the knight!' says he. 'All night, if you plaze, Thady,' says she. 'None o' your coaxin','says he. 'I'm detarmined on it, and I'll set off immediantly, and be a knight arriant.' 'A what?' says she. 'A knight arriant, woman.' 'Lord, be good to me, what's that?' says she. 'A knight arriant is a rale gintleman,' says he; 'going round the world for sport, with a swoord by his side, takin' whatever he plazes for himself; and that's a knight arriant,' says he. Well, sure enough he wint about among his neighbours the next day, and he got an owld kittle from one, and a saucepan from another; and he took them to the tailor, and he sewed him up a shuit o' tin clothes like any knight arriant and he borrowed a pot lid, and _that_ he was very partic'lar about, bekase it was his shield and he wint to a frind o' his, a painther and glazier, and made him paint an his shield in big letthers-- 'I'M THE MAN OF ALL MIN, THAT KILL'D THREE SCORE AND TIN AT A BLOW.' 'When the people sees _that_,' says the waiver to himself, 'the sorra one will dar' for to come near me.' And with that he towld the wife to scour out the small iron pot for him, 'For,' says he, 'it will make an iligant helmet'; and when it was done, he put it an his head, and his wife said, 'Oh, murther, Thady jewel, is it puttin' a great heavy iron pot an your head you are, by way iv a hat?' 'Sartinly,' says he; 'for a knight arraint should always have _a woight an his brain_.' 'But, Thady dear,' says the wife, 'there's a hole in it, and it can't keep out the weather.' 'It will be the cooler,' says he, puttin' it an him; 'besides, if I don't like it, it is aisy to stop it with a wisp o' sthraw, or the like o' that.' 'The three legs of it looks mighty quare, stickin' up,' says she. 'Every helmet has a spike stickin' out o' the top of it,' says the waiver; 'and if mine has three, it's only the grandher it is.'