t see t often, and so    of ten very poor, but often, too, t tt of man, as trao t ers whe and bee 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 ops,’ 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 at of one rue friends aken doely, for my friend, ime before I , got o tell it ain, a 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 e about yrandfat is—in my young days. But you’ll     s    a long time before, ao     on, “ell dear, t time ever I        to    to , to overlook t t o a cottage t ions , and tones lying about, but t e yet; and one day I anding    t o us. I    of a girl at time, playing about and sp myself, but I mind    o imes.” My friend asked, “    all    tall as you y, broy, yrandmoter, ay , not like yrandmotake any man; and o say t tty— ook off before so , and for t selling. time sraigo o te!’— —‘Go over to tell Josep     of to    is o be built, if o y, so do ellie.’ t on ‘tions, t didn’t bring it exactly to        t e 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 y 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, io 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 iss 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 a    of us?’ ‘Do    . I’ll eat ts e of dud some apples, o our supper and so    in, and te a bit ate of ea, and she    gone!”

        1897.
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