“She'd flog the counthry side, sir; an' if the misthress herself, sir, 'ud shake the wishp o' sthraw fwor her in the kitchen, sir, near the whoire. Yer haner could spake to her about it; an' in no time put a knife into her whin you plazed. In regard o' the other thing, sir--she's like a Christyeen, yer haner, an' no throuble, sir, if you'd be seein' company or any thing.” “It's an extraordinary pig, this, of yours.” “It's no lie fwhor you, sir; she's as clane an' dacent a crathur, sir! Och, if the same pig 'ud come into the care o' the misthress, Gad bliss her! an' I'm sure if she has as much gudness in her face as the hanerable _dinnha ousahl_ (* gentleman)--the handsome gintleman she's married upon!--you'll have her thrivin' bravely, sir, shartly, plase Gad, if you'll take courage. Will I dhrive her up the aveny fwor you, sir? A good gintlewoman I'm sure, is the same misthriss! Will I dhrive her up fwor you, sir? _Shadh amuck--shadh dherin!_“* *Behave yourself pig--behave, I say! “No, no; I have no further time to lose; you may go forward.” “Thank your haner; is it whorid toarst the house abow, sir? I wouldn't be standin' up, sir, wit you about a thrifle; an you'll have her, sir, fwhor any thing you plase beyant a pound, yer haner; an' 'tis throwin' her away it is: but one can't be hard wit a rale gintleman any way.” “You only annoy me, man; besides I don't want the pig; you lose time; I don't want to buy it, I repeat to you.” “Gad bliss you, sir--Gad bliss you. Maybe if I'd make up to the mishthress, yer haner! Thrath she wouldn't turn the crathur from the place, in regard that the tindherness ow the feelin' would come ower her--the rale gintlewoman, any way! 'Tis dag chape you have her at what I said, sir; an' Gad bliss you!” “Do you want to compel me to purchase it whether I will or no?” “Thrath, it's whor next to nothin' I'm giv-in' her to you, sir; but sure you can make your own price at any thing beyant a pound. _Huerish amuck--sladh anish!_--be asy, you crathur, sure you're gettin' into good quarthers, any how--go into the hanerable English gintleman's kitchen, an' God knows it's a pleasure to dale wit 'em. Och, the world's differ there is betuxt them, an' our own dirty Irish buckeens, that 'ud shkin a bad skilleen, an' pay their debts wit the remaindher. The gateman 'ud let me in, yer haner, an' I'll meet you at the big house, abow.” “Upon my honor this is a good jest,” said the gentleman, absolutely teased into a compliance; “you are forcing me to buy that which I don't want.” “Sure you will, sir; you'll want more nor that yit, please Gad, if you be spared. Come, amuck--come, you crathur; faix you're in luck so you are--gettin' so good a place wit his haner, here, that you won't know yourself shortly, plase God.”