and
bowls, a few saucepans, half a dozen chairs, no two alike, and the two
cots huddled in the shadows,--his voice, that had been pitched in a
confidential key, arose to a wail:--

"The Saints luv yer honor, but do they be afther havin' bad landlords in
Meriky too, that evicted yer honor from yer house, sor? I thought here
nigh every poor body owned their own bit, ground and roof, sor, let
alone a foine man loike yerself that shows the breedin' down to his tin
toes, sor. Oi feel fer yer honor, fer there wuz I meself set out wid pig
and cow both, sor (for thim bein' given Kathy by her aunt fer her
fortin could not be took), six years ago Patrick's tide, sor, and hadn't
she married Mulqueen that same week, sor (he bein' gardener a long time
to his Riverence over in England, sor, and meetin' Kathy only at his
mother's wakin'), I'd maybe been lodged in a barn meself, sor! Sure, hev
ye the cow below ud let me down a drap o' milk?"

Then did Bart laugh long and heartily, for this new point of view in
regard to our doings amused him immensely. Of all the local motives
attributed to our garden vacation, none had been quite so naive and
unexpected as this!

"But we haven't been evicted," said Bart, unconsciously beginning to
apologize to an unknown straggler. "I own this place and my home is
yonder; we are camping here for our health and pleasure. Come, it's time
you gave an account of yourself, as you are trespassing." That the
situation suddenly began to annoy Bart was plain.

Ignoring the tail of the speech, Larry saluted anew: "Sure, sor, I knew
ye at first fer gintleman and leddy, which this same last proves; a rale
gintleman and his leddy can cut about doin' the loikes of which poor
folks ud be damned fer! I mind well how Lord Kilmartin's youngest--she
wid the wild red hair an' eyes that wud shame a doe--used to go
barefoot through the dew down to Biddie Macks's cabin to drink fresh
buttermilk, whin they turned gallons o' it from their own dairy. Some
said, underbreath, she was touched, and some wild loike, but none spoke
loud but to wish her speed, fer that's what it is to be a leddy!

"Meself, is it? Och, it's soon told. Six years lived I there wid Kathy
and Mulqueen, workin' in the garden, he keepin' before me, until one day
his Riverence come face agin me thruble. Oh, yis, sor, that same, that
bit sup that's too much for the stomick, sor, and so gets into the toes
and tongue, sor! Four times a year the spell's put