uder they prayed, until at last Jim
was fairly tired out.

'Bad luck to you,' says he; 'for a rale divil av a woman,' says he. I
'can't get any advantage av you, any way; but wait till I get hould iv
you, that's all,' says he. An' he turned aff from the door, an' wint
round to the cow-house, an' settled himself as well as he could, in
the sthraw; an' he was tired enough wid the thravellin' he had in the
day-time, an' a good dale bothered with what liquor he had taken; so he
was purty sure of sleepin' wherever he thrun himself.

But, by my sowl, it wasn't the same way with the man an' the woman in
the house--for divil a wink iv sleep, good or bad, could they get at
all, wid the fright iv the sperit, as they supposed; an' with the first
light they sint a little gossoon, as fast as he could wag, straight off,
like a shot, to the priest, an' to desire him, for the love o' God,
to come to them an the minute, an' to bring, if it was plasin' to his
raverence, all the little things he had for sayin' mass, an' savin'
sowls, an' banishin' sperits, an' freakenin' the divil, an' the likes
iv that. An' it wasn't long till his raverence kem down, sure enough,
on the ould grey mare, wid the little mass-boy behind him, an' the
prayer-books an' Bibles, an' all the other mystarious articles that was
wantin', along wid him; an' as soon as he kem in, 'God save all here,'
says he.

'God save ye, kindly, your raverence,' says they.

'An' what's gone wrong wid ye?' says he; 'ye must be very bad,' says
he,' entirely, to disturb my devotions,' says he, 'this way, jist at
breakfast-time,' says he.

'By my sowkins,' says Nell, 'it's bad enough we are, your raverence,'
says she, 'for it's poor Jim's sperit,' says she; 'God rest his sowl,
wherever it is,' says she, 'that was wandherin' up an' down, opossite
the door all night,' says she, 'in the way it was no use at all, thryin'
to get a wink iv sleep,' says she.

'It's to lay it, you want me, I suppose,' says the priest.

'If your raverence 'id do that same, it 'id be plasin' to us,' says
Andy.

'It'll be rather expinsive,' says the priest.

'We'll not differ about the price, your raverence,' says Andy.

'Did the sperit stop long?' says the priest.

'Most part iv the night,' says Nell, 'the Lord be merciful to us all!'
says she.

'That'll make it more costly than I thought,' says he. 'An' did it make
much noise?' says he.

'By my sowl, it's it that did,' says Andy; 'leatherin' the