"God be praised for my father's wealth, sir! But I'd never wish to have
a good memory in the way you mention."

"Faith, an' I'll be apt to add that to your other qualities, if you
don't take care of yourself."

"I want no such addition, Masther; if you do, you'll be apt to subtract
yourself from this neighborhood, an', maybe, ther'e won't be more than a
cipher gone out of it, afther all."

"Thady, you're a wag," exclaimed the crestfallen pedagogue; "take the
lad to your own sate, and show him his task. How! is your sister's sore
throat, Thady?"

"Why, sir," replied the benevolent young wit, "she's betther than I am.
She can swallow more, sir."

"Not of larnin', Thady; there you've the widest gullet in the parish."

"My father's the richest man in it, Masther," replied Thady. "I think,
sir, my! gullet and his purse are much about the same size--wid you."

"Thady, you're first-rate at a reply;--but exceedingly deficient in the
retort courteous. Take the lad to your sate, I say, and see how far he
is advanced, and what he is fit for. I suppose, as you are so ginerous,
you will volunteer to tache him yourself."

"I'll do that wid pleasure, sir; but I'd like to know whether you intind
to tache him or not."