"Why, sir, he's not more nor a year and a half at it yet, and he's got
more books amost nor he can carry; he'll break me buying books for him."

"Well, that's a good sign, Phaddhy; but why don't you bring him to me
till I examine him?"

"Why, never a one of me can get him to come, sir, he's so much afeard of
yer Reverence."

"Well, Phaddhy, we were once modest and bashful ourselves, and I'm glad
to hear that he's afraid of his clargy; but let him be prepared for
me on Thursday, and maybe I'll let him know something he never heard
before; I'll open his eyes for him."

"Do you hear that, Briney?" said the father, aside to the son, who knelt
at his knee; "you must give up yer hurling and idling now, you see.
Thank yer Reverence; thank you, docthor."

"_On Friday, in Barny O'Darby's, alias Barny Butters_. Are you there,
Barny?"

"All that's left of me is here, sir."

"Well, Barny, how is the butter trade this season?"

"It's a little on the rise, now, sir: in a, month or so I'm expecting it
will be brisk enough. Boney, sir, is doing that much for us anyway."

"Ay, and, Barny, he'll do more than that for us: God prosper him at all
events; I only hope the time's coming, Barny, when every one will be