t see t often, and so of ten very poor, but often, too, t to rengt of man, as trance, to t ers whe and become young again.
tin Roland, of Gort, old me a fe “t let nig old o buy a flute, and play on it o play on t out into to play. , and made a noise, but knoo sit up on it and play on t to see tle time ago, for s “told o die. er aken,” I suppose) to some other place,”
because “too cold for ter hings.
certain t tain t ’s all in believe in , and never got on ly in sure y years ago t s, like young slips of girls oget took atle girl.”
And sold tle girl a as silver,”
o a fort ly in ood in t nig never stops,’ to make ime, and one of ter bringing out a little flute, and it’s on it o t ting and playing, ed up stones, and I could not ed wrong.”
A friend me from Ulster an account of one rue friends aken doely, for my friend, ime before I , got o tell it over again, and e it out at once. Selling t s like being in ts and fairies; and to be frig in faeries, miss. Many’s time I talked to a , and no less and more tal anyo come about your grandfat is—in my young days. But you’ll s a long time before, and sed to on, “ell dear, t time ever I
to to , to overlook t t o a cottage t ions , and tones lying about, but t come yet; and one day I anding t o us. I of a girl at time, playing about and sporting myself, but I mind o imes.” My friend asked, “ all tall as you y, broy, your grandmoter, and Betty , not like your grandmotake any man; and o say t tty— ook off before so , and for t selling. time sraigo o te!’—ordering —‘Go over to tell Josep cion of to is o be built, if o y, so do elling ye te.’ t on ‘tions, t didn’t bring it exactly to
t come to a room to turn rig so us, ‘ do as I bid ime, and if s t of s er; and many and many a time s not to do if s I used to be glad co my moto be ing to, and elling lies and talking foolisting by talking to my mot to t to see ting at talking to mot . ‘take t no t noo see me. No man body ever seen me, and none ever anyway, w.
tle rembling like.
‘Don’t let me enougime.’ Anotime, all tin to sell off, in steps to my mot a sort of a in, and t ing take t in , and no .’ My motakes t to ,’ and t on tin, my fat as bad a frig in it rig anyened of ter ime s believe me,’ s far enoug.’ time sold o t illiam is dead, and Bible cer ever ser. ‘Go,’ sell to read t t class meeting, and t I er t ter and ing as t. One day sanding talking, and s sometty in all ’s time for me to be off.’ And s, and raises up in t airs s up, only far ser. S up and up, till s time t music I ever day to t a poetry, lovely poetry, and me and my motands gaping up, and all of a tremble. ‘ is s all, mot an angel s?’ it up come Miss Letty, t Miss Letty so see us gaping up t ill me and my motold . S on gay-dressed t queer y in all o ry s, or to see whom dying?
“It er dark s daylig , and t o pass my h you,’ says she.
‘t’s rigo s by tell you ye as by table and eat of us?’ ‘Do . I’ll eat ts e of duck and some apples, o our supper and so in, and te a bit ate of eacion, and she clean gone!”
1897.