At first, the good woman could not understand me, but when I made plain to her that I wished for a short time, to obtain the exclusive use and control of a baby, for which I was willing to pay a liberal rental, she burst into long and violent laughter. It seemed to her like a person coming into the country to purchase weeds. Weeds and children were so abundant in New Dublin. But she gradually began to see that I was in earnest, and as she knew I was a trusty person, and somewhat noted for the care I took of my live stock, she was perfectly willing to accommodate me, but feared she had nothing on hand of the age I desired. “Me childther are all agoin' about,” she said. “Ye kin see a poile uv 'em out yon, in the road, an' there's more uv 'em on the fince. But ye nade have no fear about gittin' wan. There's sthacks of 'em in the place. I'll jist run over to Mrs. Hogan's, wid ye. She's got sixteen or siventeen, mostly small, for Hogan brought four or five wid him when he married her, an' she'll be glad to rint wan uv 'em.” So, throwing her apron over her head, she accompanied me to Mrs. Hogan's. That lady was washing, but she cheerfully stopped her work while Mrs. Duffy took her to one side and explained my errand. Mrs. Hogan did not appear to be able to understand why I wanted a baby-especially for so limited a period,--but probably concluded that if I would take good care of it and would pay well for it, the matter was my own affair, for she soon came and said, that if I wanted a baby, I'd come to the right place. Then she began to consider what one she would let me have. I insisted on a young one--there was already a little baby at our house, and the folks there would know how to manage it. “Oh, ye want it fer coompany for the ither one, is that it?” said Mrs. Hogan, a new light breaking in upon her. “An' that's a good plan, sure. It must be dridful lownly in a house wid ownly wan baby. Now there's one--Polly--would she do?” “Why, she can run,” I said. “I don't want one that can run.” “Oh, dear!” said Mrs. Hogan, with a sigh, “they all begin to run, very airly. Now Polly isn't owld, at all, at all.” “I can see that,” said I, “but I want one that you can put in a cradle--one that will have to stay there, when you put it in.” It was plain that Mrs. Hogan's present stock did not contain exactly what I wanted, and directly Mrs. Duffy exclaimed! “There's Mary McCann--an' roight across the way!” Mrs. Hogan said “Yis, sure,” and we all went over to a little house, opposite. “Now, thin,” said Mrs. Duffy, entering the house, and proudly drawing a small coverlid from a little box-bed in a corner, “what do you think of that?” “Why, there are two of them,” I exclaimed. “To be sure,” said Mrs. Duffy. “They're tweens. There's always two uv em, when they're tweens. An' they're young enough.” “Yes,” said I, doubtfully, “but I couldn't take both. Do you think their mother would rent one of them?”