, 'I saw you when you had
another look from what you have this night; when it wasn't asy to fellow
you _in_ the parish or _out_ of it;' and when he said this he could
hardly spake.

"'Whist, Larry, acushla,' says she, 'don't be spaking that way--sure we
may do very well yet, plase God: I know, Larry, there was a great dale
of it--maybe, indeed, it was all my fault; for I wasn't to you, in the
way of care and kindness, what I ought to be.'

"'Well, well, aroon, says Larry, 'say no more; you might have been all
that, only it was my fault: but where's Dick, that I struck so terribly
last night? Dick, come over to me, agra--come over, Dick, and sit
down here beside me. Arrah, here, Art, ma bouchal, will you fill this
egg-shell for him?--Poor gorsoon! God knows, Dick, you get far from
fair play, acushla--far from the ating and drinking that other people's
childher get, that hasn't as good a skin to put it in as you, alannah!
Kiss me, Dick, acushla--and God knows your face is pale, and that's not
with good feeding, anyhow: Dick, agra, I'm sorry for what I done to
you last night; forgive your father, Dick, for I think that my heart's
breaking, acushla, and that you won't have me long with you.'

"Poor Dick, who was naturally a warmhearted, affectionate gorsoon,
kissed his father, and cried bitterly. Sally herself, seeing Larry so
sorry for what he done, sobbed as if she would drop on the spot: but the
rest began, and betwixt scoulding and cheering them up, all was as well
as ever. Still Larry seemed as if there was something entirely very
strange the matter with him, for as he was going out, he kissed all the
childher, one after another; and even went over to the young baby that
was asleep in the little cradle of boords that he himself had made for
it, and kissed it two or three times, asily, for fraid of wakening it.
He then met Sally at the door, and catching her hand when none of
the rest saw him, squeezed it, and gave her a kiss, saying, 'Sally,
darling!' says he.

"'What ails you, Larry, asthore?' says Sally.

"'I don't know,' says he; 'nothing, I bleeve--but Sally, acushla, I have
thrated you badly all along. I forgot, avourneen, how I loved you _once_
and now it breaks my heart that I have used you so ill.'

"'Larry she answered, 'don't be talking that way, bekase you make me
sorrowful and unasy--don't, acushla: God above me knows I forgive you
it all. Don't stay long,' says she 'and I'll borry a lock of meal
fro