or Tom Hance's; and as he was the
broth of a boy at dancing, the sarvints, when he'd go down, would send
for Wilty to Hance's, if he didn't happen to be with themselves at the
time, and strike up a dance in the kitchen; and, along with all, may be
Larry would have a sup in his head.

"When Sally would come home, in her turn, she'd not find Larry before
her; but Larry's custom was to go in to Tom's wife, and say,--'Biddy,
tell Sally, when she comes home, that I'm gone down awhile to the big
house (or to Tom Hance's, as it might be), but I'll not be long.' Sally,
after waiting awhile, would put on her cloak, and slip down to see
what was keeping him. Of course, when finding the sport going on, and
carrying a light heel at the dance herself, she'd throw off the cloak,
and take a hand at it along with the rest. Larry and she would then go
their ways home, find the fire out, light a sod of turf in Tom's,
and feeling their own place very cowld and naked, after the blazing
comfortable fire they had left behind them, go to bed, both in very
middling spirits entirely.

"Larry, at other times, would quit his work early in the evening, to go
down towards the Squire's, bekase he had only to begin work earlier the
next day to make it up. He'd meet the Squire himself, may be, and, after
putting his hand to his hat, and getting a 'how do you do, Larry,'
from his honor, enter into discoorse with him about his honor's plan of
stacking his corn. Now, Larry was famous at this.

"'Who's to build your stacks this saison, your honor?'

"'Tim Dillon, Larry.'

"'Is it he, your honor?--he knows as much about building a stack of corn
as Mas-ther George, here. He'll only botch them, sir, if you let him go
about them.'

"'Yes;' but what can I do, Larry? He's the only man I have that I could
trust them to.'

"'Then it's your honor needn't say that anyhow; for rather then see them
spoiled, I'd come down myself and put them up for you.'

"'Oh, I couldn't expect that, Larry.'

"Why, then, I'll do it, your honor; and you may expect, me down in the
morning at six o'clock, plase God.'

"Larry would keep his word, though his own corn was drop-ripe; and
havin' once undertaken the job, he couldn't give it up till he'd, finish
it off dacently. In the meantime, his own crop would go to destruction;
sometimes a windy day would come, and not leave him every tenth grain;
he'd then get some one to cut it down for him--he had to go to the big
house, t