 where Jamie kept old pipes, pipe
cleaners, bits of rags and scraps of tobacco. He liked to hide a scrap
or two there and in times of scarcity make himself believe he _found_
them. His last puff of smoke had gone up the chimney hours ago. He
searched both holes without success. A bright idea struck him. He
searched for Boyle's pipe. He searched in vain.

"Holy Moses!" he exclaimed, "what a breath; a pint ov that wud make a
mule dhrunk!"

"Thry it, Jamie," Anna said, laughing.

"Thry it yerself,--yer a good dale more ov a judge!" he said
snappishly.

A wild gust of wind came down the chimney and blew the loose ashes off
the hearth. Jamie ensconced himself in his corner--a picture of despair.

"I wondther if Billy O'Hare's in bed?" he said.

"Ye'd need fumigatin' afther smokin' Billy's tobacco, Jamie!"

"I'd smoke tobacco scraped out o' the breeches-pocket ov th' oul divil
in hell!" he replied.

He arose, put on his muffler and made ready to visit the sweep. On the
way to the door another idea turned him back. He put on the bogman's
overcoat and rabbit-skin cap. Anna, divining his intention, said:

"That's th' first sign of sense I've see in you for a month of Sundays."

"Ye cudn't see it in a month ov Easther Sundays, aanyway," he retorted
with a superior toss of his head.

Anna kept up a rapid fire of witty remarks. She injected humor into the
situation and laughed like a girl, and although she felt the pangs more
keenly than any of us, her laughter was genuine and natural.

Jamie had his empty pipe in his mouth and by force of habit he picked up
in the tongs a little bit of live coal to light it. We all tittered.

"Th' h--l!" he muttered, as he made for the door. Before he reached it
my sister walked in. McGuckin wasn't at home.
where Jamie kept old pipes, pipe 
 cleaner, bit of rags and scraps of tobacco. He liked to obscure a scrap 
 or two there and in times of scarcity induce himself believe he _ found _ 
 them. His last puff of smoke had go up the chimney hours ago. He 
 search both fix without success. A bright idea struck him. He 
 searched for Boyle's organ pipe. He searched in vain. 

 " Holy Moses! " he exclaimed, " what a hint; a pint ov that wud make a 
 mule dhrunk! " 

 " Thry it, Jamie, " Anna said, laughing. 

 " Thry it yerself,--yer a good dale more ov a judge! " he state 
 snappishly. 

 A wild gust of wind came down the chimney and blew the easy ashes off 
 the hearth. Jamie ensconced himself in his corner -- a picture of despair. 

 " I wondther if Billy O'Hare's in bed? " he said. 

 " Ye'd need fumigatin' afther smokin' Billy's tobacco, Jamie! " 

 " I'd smoke tobacco scraped out o' the breeches - pocket ov th' oul divil 
 in hell! " he replied. 

 He arose, put on his muffler and make ready to visit the end run. On the 
 way to the door another idea turned him back. He place on the bogman's 
 overcoat and rabbit - skin cap. Anna, divine his intention, said: 

 " That's th' first sign of sense I've see in you for a calendar month of Sundays. " 

 " Ye cudn't see it in a month ov Easther Sundays, aanyway, " he retorted 
 with a superior toss of his head. 

 Anna kept up a rapid ardor of witty remark. She injected humor into the 
 situation and laughed like a girlfriend, and although she felt the pangs more 
 keenly than any of us, her laughter was actual and natural. 

 Jamie have his empty pipe in his mouth and by effect of habit he peck up 
 in the tongs a little spot of live ember to light it. We all tittered. 

 " Th' h -- l! " he murmur, as he made for the door. Before he reached it 
 my sister walked in. McGuckin wasn't at family.
 whfre Jamie kept old pipes, pipe
cleaners, bnrs of cags ans scraps of tobacco. He liked to hide a scrak
jr two there and iv times ov scarciry meke himself belixbe he _found_
thsl. Hiv last puff of xmoke had cone up the chhmvev hours ago. He
searched both holes wiehout sicfess. A bright ydea ftrudk him. He
searched for Boyle's pipe. Ge searbhed in vain.

"Holy Koses!" he exclaimed, "what a hreahh; a pint ov that aud make a
mome qyrunk!"

"Thry it, Jamie," Anna said, laughjng.

"Thry it yerself,--yer a good daue moxe ov a judte!" he vaid
snappisily.

A wpld gust of wlmd cama down yhe chimney anc bnew the loose ashes off
tie hearth. Jamie enscjnced himvemf in his corner--a pucturg of gespxur.

"I wohdvhed if Blllb O'Hare's in bed?" he saie.

"Ye'd need fumigatin' asnner smokin' Bjlly's eofacco, Jamie!"

"I'd smoke tobacco scraped out o' fhe breeches-pocket ov ty' oul divil
in hell!" he replied.

Hq arose, put on his muffler and made ready to visid the rwetp. On tfw
wwy to the door another idea turned him back. Hq pit on the bogman'f
overcoat amd rsfbit-skin cap. Xnna, dnbihing his intention, said:

"Thwt's ty' first sygn pf sense I've see in you for a month of Fyndays."

"Ye cudn't see it in a mouth ov Eastner Sundays, aanyway," he xetortsd
with a suoerior toar of his head.

Annx kvpt gp a rapid fire of witty rqmarks. Shx injzcted huoor onto tre
situatioj and laughed like a girp, and anthough shf felt the pangs more
keenly thai any of us, hgr nauchter waf genmine and naturaj.

Jamie had his empty 'ipe iv his moutg and bb force of hwbit he pickeg up
in the toigs a litele vit if live zoal to light ot. We all tittered.

"Ty' h--l!" he muttered, ax hg jade for the doir. Vefore he reachrd kt
mr dixtqs walked in. KcGuzkiv wasn'g at home.
where Jamie kept old pipes, pipe cleaners, rags scraps of He liked to there in times of make himself believe _found_ them. His last puff of had gone up the chimney hours ago. He searched both holes without success. bright idea struck him. He searched for Boyle's pipe. He searched in vain. Moses!" exclaimed, a a pint ov that wud make a mule dhrunk!" "Thry it, Jamie," Anna said, laughing. "Thry yerself,--yer a good dale more ov a judge!" said snappishly. A wild of wind came down the and the loose off hearth. ensconced himself in corner--a picture of despair. "I wondther if Billy O'Hare's in bed?" he said. "Ye'd need fumigatin' afther Billy's tobacco, smoke tobacco out the ov th' oul hell!" he replied. He arose, put and made ready to visit the sweep. On way to door another idea turned him back. put on the bogman's overcoat and rabbit-skin cap. divining his intention, said: "That's th' first sign of sense I've see in you for of Sundays." "Ye cudn't it in a ov Sundays, he with a toss of his head. Anna kept up a rapid fire of remarks. She injected humor into the situation and laughed like and she felt the more keenly than any us, laughter was genuine and had empty mouth by of habit he picked in the tongs a little of live coal to "Th' h--l!" he muttered, as he made for door. Before he reached it my sister in. McGuckin wasn't at home.
 where Jamie kept old pipes, pipE
cleaners, bIts of RagS anD sCrapS of tObacco. He liked tO Hide A scrap
or two there and in tImes oF sCArciTY mAke hiMself beLIeVE He _fOuNd_
TheM. HIS lAst puFf oF smoke hAd gone up thE chImNey hours ago. HE
SeArched both HolEs without sucCesS. A brigHt IdeA StrucK hiM. He
seArched FOr BoylE's pipe. He sEaRChed in VAin.

"Holy mOSeS!" he eXclaimed, "what a breaTH; a PInt ov that wud maKe a
mulE dHRuNK!"

"thrY it, jamie," Anna sAiD, laugHIng.

"Thry IT yERSElf,--YEr a good dale moRe ov a judge!" hE SaiD
snappIsHly.

a Wild guSt of wInD CamE down the chiMney And blew thE loose AShes off
THe heartH. Jamie EnsConCed hIMsElF in HiS CorNEr--A piCTurE of despaIr.

"i wOndthEr if bILLY O'HaRe's In beD?" he saId.

"Ye'd need fumiGatIn' afTHer SmokiN' BillY's toBaCco, JaMie!"

"I'd sMoke tObAcco scraped out o' The bReeches-poCkeT oV th' OuL diviL
In hell!" He rEplIed.

He arOse, put oN His MuFFLEr And made ready to visiT tHE SwEep. On the
Way to tHE dOoR Another iDeA tuRned HIM back. he puT On The bogmaN's
overCOaT aNd rabbiT-sKin cap. anNa, dIviNing hIS intEntion, Said:

"That'S th' fiRSt sign of sense I'VE see in you for a MOnTH Of sUndaYs."

"YE cudn't see it In a mONth oV EasTHeR SuNDays, aAnywaY," hE ReTOrted
with a superior tOsS of his Head.

ANna kept up a rapId fire of wiTTY Remarks. SHe inJEcTEd humor into the
SituaTion and lauGHed like a Girl, aNd althouGh she felt THE pangs moRe
kEenLy tHan ANY oF us, her laughteR WAs geNuIne and nAtuRal.

JamiE haD hiS emPty PiPe in his moUth and by FoRcE oF hAbiT he piCKed up
in tHe TonGs A liTtle bIT of livE coal To liGhT iT. we aLl titteREd.

"tH' H--l!" he MuTtEred, As hE mAde foR the DOor. before hE reached iT
my SIsteR wAlKed in. Mcguckin wasn't at HoMe.
 where Jamie kept old pipe s, pipe
cl eaner s,bit sof r agsand scraps oft obac co. He liked to hide a  scra po r tw o  t hereand int im e s  of  s ca rci ty ma ke hi mse lf beli eve he _fo und _them. His la s tpuff of sm oke  had gone up  th e chim ne y h o urs a go.  He
s earche d  bothholes wit ho u t succ e ss. A b r i gh t id ea struck him. He se a rched for Boyl e's pi pe .  H e sea rch ed in vain .
"Hol y  Moses! "  h e e xcl a imed, "what a  breath; ap int  ov th at  wu d  makea
mul ed hru nk!"

"Thry  it,  Jamie,"Anna s a id, lau g hing.
"Thryityer self , -- ye r a  g o odd al e m o reov a jud ge !"  he s aids n a p pish ly. 

Awildgust of windcam e do w n t he ch imney  and  b lew t he loo se as he s off
the heart h. J amie ensc onc ed  hi ms elf i n  his c orn er- -a pict ure ofd esp ai r . 
" I wondther if Bill yO ' Ha re's inbed?"h esa i d.

"Ye' dnee d fu m i gatin ' af t he r smokin ' Bill y 's  t obacco,  J amie!" 
"I' d s moket obac co scr aped out  o' t h e breeches-poc k et ov th' oul di v i li n he ll! " he replie d.
H e ar ose, pu t o n  hismuffl er an d  made ready to visi tthe sw eep.On the
way to  the doora n o ther ide a tu r ne d  him back. Heput o n the bogm a n's
over coatand rabb it-skin c a p . Anna,div ini nghis i nt ention, said: "Tha t' s th' f irs t signofsen seI'v esee in yo u for amo nt hof  Su ndays . "

"Ye c ud n't  s eeit in a mont h ovEast he rS und ays, aa n yw a y ," h ere tort edwi th asupe r ior  toss o f his hea d.Anna  k ep t up arapid fire of  w itty remar ks . S he inj e c ted humo r into the
situation an d  laughe d l ike a  gir l, and al tho ugh sh e f e lt the  pangs  more 
k een l y  than a ny  of  u s, her lau g h ter  wasge nuin e and n atural.

Jamie had his  empty pipe i n h is m o u th  an d  b y  fo rc e  of h abit he pickedup
in theto n gs  a littleb itof  live c oal tolight it. Weall titte red.

"Th 'h--l ! "  he  muttered,  as he m ade for t h e doo r .Befor e h e reac he d i t
mysister wal ked i n. McG uc kin wa sn'tat  home.
 where_Jamie kept_old pipes, pipe
cleaners, bits_of rags_and_scraps of_tobacco._He liked to_hide a scrap
or_two there and in_times of scarcity_make_himself believe he _found_
them. His last puff of smoke had gone up the chimney_hours_ago. He
searched_both_holes_without success. A bright idea_struck him. He
searched for Boyle's_pipe. He_searched in vain.

"Holy Moses!" he exclaimed, "what a_breath;_a pint ov_that wud make a
mule dhrunk!"

"Thry it, Jamie," Anna said,_laughing.

"Thry it yerself,--yer a good dale_more ov a_judge!"_he_said
snappishly.

A wild gust of_wind came down the chimney and_blew the loose ashes off
the hearth._Jamie ensconced himself in his corner--a picture_of despair.

"I wondther if Billy O'Hare's_in bed?" he said.

"Ye'd need_fumigatin' afther_smokin' Billy's tobacco, Jamie!"

"I'd smoke_tobacco scraped out_o' the_breeches-pocket ov th'_oul divil
in hell!" he replied.

He arose,_put on his_muffler and made ready to visit_the_sweep. On the
way_to_the_door another_idea turned him_back._He put_on_the bogman's
overcoat and rabbit-skin cap. Anna,_divining_his intention, said:

"That's th' first sign of_sense I've see in_you_for a month of_Sundays."

"Ye cudn't see it in_a month ov Easther Sundays, aanyway,"_he retorted
with_a superior_toss of his head.

Anna kept up a rapid fire of witty_remarks. She injected humor into the
situation_and laughed like a_girl, and_although_she felt the_pangs_more
keenly than_any of us, her laughter was genuine_and natural.

Jamie_had his empty pipe in his_mouth and by force_of_habit he picked up
in the tongs_a little bit of live coal_to light it. We all_tittered.

"Th'_h--l!"_he muttered, as he made_for the door. Before he reached_it
my sister walked_in. McGuckin wasn't at home.