l she
had a stone or so; she would then sit down and spin it--get it wove
and dressed; and before one would know anything about it she'd have
the making of a dacent comfortable coat for Tom, and a bit of
heather-colored drugget for her own gown, along with a piece of striped
red and blue for a petticoat--all at very little cost.

"It wasn't so with Larry. In the beginning, to be sure, while the fit
was on him, he did very well; only that he would go off an odd time to
a dance; or of a market or fair day, when he'd see the people pass by,
dressed in their best clothes, he'd take the notion, and sot off with
himself, telling Sally that he'd just go in for a couple of hours, to
see how the markets were going on.

"It's always an unpleasant thing for a body to go to a fair or market
without anything in their pocket; accordingly, if money was in the
house, he'd take some of it with him, for fraid that any friend
or acquaintance might thrate him; and then it would be a poor,
mane-spirited thing, he would say, to take another man's thrate, without
giving one for it. He'd seldom have any notion, though, of breaking in
upon or spinding the money, he only brought it to keep his pocket, jist
to prevent him from being shamed, should he meet a friend.

"In the manetime, Sally, in his absence, would find herself lonely, and
as she hadn't, may be, seen her aunt for some time before, she'd lock
the door, and go over to spind a while with her; or take a trip as far
as her ould mistress's place to see the family. Many a thing people will
have to say to one another about the pleasant times they had together,
or several other subjects best known to themselves, of coorse. Larry
would come home in her absence, and finding the door locked, would slip
down to Squire Dickson's, to chat with the steward or gardener, or with
the sarvints in the kitchen.

"You all remimber Torn Hance, that kept the public-house at Tullyvernon
cross-roads, a little above the. Squire's--at laste, most of you do--and
ould Willy Butledge, the fiddler, that spint his time between Tom's and
the big house--God,be good to Wilty!--it's himself was the droll man
entirely: he died of ating boiled banes, for a wager that the Squire
laid on him agin ould Captain Mint, and dhrinking porter after them
till he was swelled like a tun; but the Squire berried him at his own
expense. Well, Larry's haunt, on finding Sally out when he came home,
was either at the Squire's kitchen,