Duffy:—"Then crawl into the oven: a little more baking will make thee no worse." Huey gets into an oven, opening on to the fire-place and behind the chimney-stool, just as the Squire enters and calls out, "Jone, take up the pie, if its ready or raw. I'm as hungry as a hound." Duffy, rising to uncover a pie that was baking on the hearth, says, "Master, I have staid up to give ye your supper, because An Jone es gone to bed very bad with a cramp in her stomach and wind in her head, so she said." "Why I heard thee talking when I came to the door, who was here then?" demanded the Squire. "Only a great owl, master dear," she replied, "that fell down from the ivy-bush growing over the chimney and perched hisself there on the stool, with his great goggle eyes, and stood staring at me and blinkan like a fool. Then he cried Hoo! hoo! Tu-wit, tu-woo; and, when you opened the door, he flew up the chimney the same way he came down." The Squire, satisfied with Duffy's explanation, advances, and puts his foot on the hearth-stone, looks at his legs, saying, "Duffy, my dear, these are the very best stockings I ever had in my life. I've been hunting all day, over moors and downs, through furze and thorns, among brambles and bogs, in the worst of weather, yet there isn't a scratch on my legs and they are as dry as if bound up in leather." The Devil (supposed to be invisible) rises behind Duffy and grimaces at the Squire. Duffy:—"I may as well tell 'e master that I shan't knit much more for 'e, because Huey Lenine and I have been courtan for a long time. We are thinkan to get married before winter, and then I shall have a man of my own to work for." Squire:—"What! Huey Lenine! I'll break every bone in his carcase if he shows his face near the place. Why the devil is in it that a young skit like thee should have it in thy head to get married! Now I'll sit down a minute and talk reason with thee." [The Squire sits close beside Duffy. The Devil tickles them with his tail. Huey is seen peeping from the oven.] Squire:—"Give up thy courting with Huey Lenine, And I'll dress thee in silks and satins fine." Duffy:—"No I'll never have an old man, an old man like you, Though you are Squire Lovell: To my sweetheart I'll be constant and true, Though he work all day with threshal and shovel." [9] The Devil tickles the Squire behind the ears. He sits nearer and places his arm round her waist. Squire:—"Thou shalt have a silk gown all broider'd in gold, Jewels and rings, with such other fine things In the old oak chest, as thee did'st never behold." Duffy:—"My sweetheart is young, lively, and strong, With cheeks like a red rose; But your time will not be long:— You have very few teeth, and a blue-topped nose. So keep your silks and keep your gold, I'll never have a man so feeble and old." Here the Devil tickles them both. The Squire hugs and kisses Duffy, who makes less and less resistance.